Luyện nghe bài hát The Scret Lfe of Mark Bristow

the life
the picket fence kind
the type
the lie
we've all got demons
that tear out the pilgrim in white
they stop us from doing whats

we can apologize for
our sighs that
lack empathy for attempted

the life
the life

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

torn from the
of his gone
hates to to
let his go
to life
her die

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

he of how he never
wanted to kill her
when he was
watching her
knowing all the
she had him

the will inherit the earth