Luyện nghe bài hát Sanctuary

Dear uncle her into the purest kind of slavery.
Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged
the way.
Good angels her back to a last nepal summer.
Debased, hollow-faced, a smile become her.
Now cosied up, cosied up and comforted
In the warm of september.
before 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 claws and tails.
More damaged goods in the 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.