Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

And so it's
This is one
The birth of a in the form of a man
in towel
Passed out on the
These drunken hours -- deflowered
down by an angel
She used to kiss his eyes
Depressed in her
Tears roll off her

baby, don't cry...
Your tears are only
To you still feel --
You feel sorry for yourself
Well, get on that
That's all you're for...

The

And thusly it
Depression seeps in on a lonely
Now he drinks the lepers
Losing a limb, his half
A once half full
A head half-mast
He he's the victim
Strangled by the
And a pattern of
That haunted this still

Your tears are alibis
To you still feel
You only feel sorry for
And how you thrive
Your your goldmine
So write some sad about me
your agonies, playing the saint

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