Luyện nghe bài hát Sanctuary

Dear sold her into the purest kind of slavery.
Hood-eyed little profited from damaged goods
the way.
Good angels brought her back to a last summer.
Debased, hollow-faced, a smile become her.
Now she's up, cosied up and comforted
In the flush of september.
Gone winter.
as to might-have-beens.
Somebody's in sanctuary, waiting.

Seen through softer of kindness, far and further still away,
From victorian zoos
Where ice cream gameboys play.
Big paws, worn claws and tails.
More damaged in the market sales.
Too proud for anger, too late for hate: in dignity.
before winter.
might-have-beens.
Somebody's in sanctuary, waiting.

Somebody you in sanctuary, waiting.