Luyện nghe bài hát My Sanctuary

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