Luyện nghe bài hát Sanctuary

Dear uncle sold her into the kind of slavery.
Hood-eyed little profited from damaged goods
the way.
Good angels her back to a last nepal summer.
Debased, hollow-faced, a might become 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 through softer of kindness, far and further still away,
From time-warp victorian
Where staring ice cream play.
Big paws, claws and swishing tails.
More goods in the market sales.
Too proud for anger, too for hate: resigned in dignity.
before winter.
might-have-beens.
Somebody's in sanctuary, waiting.

Somebody you in sanctuary, waiting.