Luyện nghe bài hát My Sanctuary

..Doubting
..Trying
Not to at the face of the man who is dying
To for the face of the man who is lying
The gambler is low and loaded
His rusty steed turns to burn my soul
I the cries
My body lies in
The way home I cannot seek
He knows the pain its place
I know its I know its face
White silver draws lines
Bright the killing kind
Two wrongs don't make a
Two blacks don't make a
Devotion isn't what it
The of my broken dreams
Hell is all I see
My cell is my
a black space where my soul should be
A gaping wound where my could be
I feel so low I feel Christ
I see my is turning white
The knuckles twisted raw and I'm so
And no respite
You prey together on the
shows it every night
The ambler is low and loaded
His rusty steed turns to burn into my
I hear the
My body in sanctuary
The long way home is what I
He knows the pain its special
And I your face