Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

And so it's
This is one
The birth of a child in the of a man
in towel
Passed out on the
These drunken hours -- graces
Cast down by an
She used to his weeping eyes
in her bosom
Tears off her nipple

Sweet baby, cry...
Your tears are alibis
To prove you still --
You only feel sorry for
Well, get on cross
That's all good for...

The

And it ends
seeps in on a lonely messiah
Now he drinks with the
a limb, his better half
A glass half full
A head half-mast
He claims he's the
Strangled by the
And a of stillness
That haunted still life

Your are only alibis
To you still feel
You only feel for yourself
And how you thrive
Your sorrow's goldmine
So some sad song about me
your agonies, playing the saint

The Martyr...
The Martyr...
The Martyr...
The Martyr...
The Martyr...
Oh....