Luyện nghe bài hát Sanctuary

Dear uncle sold her into the kind of slavery.
Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged
the way.
Good angels brought her back to a last summer.
Debased, hollow-faced, a might 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,
time-warp victorian zoos
Where staring ice cream play.
Big paws, worn and swishing tails.
More damaged in the market sales.
Too for anger, too late for hate: resigned in dignity.
before winter.
might-have-beens.
Somebody's in sanctuary, waiting.

Somebody you in sanctuary, waiting.