Luyện nghe bài hát My Sanctuary

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