Luyện nghe bài hát The Scret Lfe of Mark Bristow

the perfect
the white picket fence
the type
the lie
all got demons inside
that tear out the pilgrim dressed in
they stop us from whats right

we can apologize for
our meaningless sighs
lack for attempted cries

the life
the life

he clears his and smiles
he washes his and walks away
from the only woman he ever
besides his

from the hand
of his father
hates to to
let his go
brought to
her die

he clears his throat and
he washes his and walks away
from the woman he ever loved
his wife

he thinks of how he
to kill her more
than he was
watching her
all the while
she had him

the meek will inherit the