Luyện nghe bài hát Sanctuary

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

Seen through softer cage of kindness, far and further away,
From time-warp zoos
Where staring ice gameboys play.
Big paws, worn claws and tails.
damaged goods in the market sales.
Too proud for anger, too late for resigned in dignity.
before winter.
might-have-beens.
Somebody's in sanctuary, waiting.

Somebody you in sanctuary, waiting.