Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

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

baby, don't cry...
Your are only alibis
To prove you still --
You feel sorry for yourself
Well, get on cross
all you're good for...

The

And it ends
Depression in on a lonely messiah
Now he drinks the lepers
Losing a limb, his better
A glass once full
A head hung
He claims the victim
by the nine-to-five
And a of stillness
That haunted this still

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

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