Luyện nghe bài hát The Scret Lfe of Mark Bristow

the life
the white picket kind
the type
the lie
all got demons inside
that tear out the pilgrim dressed in
they stop us doing whats right

we can apologize for
our sighs that
lack empathy for attempted

the perfect
the life

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

torn the hand
of his gone
to have to
let his go
to life
her die

he clears his and smiles
he washes his hands and walks
the only woman he ever loved
besides his

he thinks of how he
wanted to her more
than he was
her sleep
knowing all the
she had him

the meek inherit the earth