Luyện nghe bài hát Sanctuary

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

Seen softer cage of kindness, far and further still away,
From time-warp victorian
Where ice cream gameboys play.
Big paws, worn and swishing tails.
More goods in the market sales.
Too proud for anger, too late for resigned in dignity.
Gone winter.
might-have-beens.
Somebody's in sanctuary, waiting.

near you in sanctuary, waiting.