Luyện nghe bài hát Arrow

Stub towers in the
Riders the blasted moor against the horizon
Fickle of treaty
Fatal harbingers of war, orisons

as one in this flight, this mad chase
This surge across the marshy mud
Until the is forgotten

Hood masks the eager
Skin stretched and
Headlong into the chilling
As as any arrow

against the flagstones
Fingers scrabbling at the lock, craving
Sanctuary croaks a
Half-strangled by the of its rejection

Shot the bolt in the wall, the key
Now the echoes of all frightful
in the silence

What a crawl the slope
Dark loom the
One to the chapel door
How comes the arrow

Compassion you plead, as though kept it in a box
Well, that's since been empty
I'd to help you somehow but I'm in the self-same spot
My condition me

We are all on the run on our
The sundial a line upon eternity
every number

How the time seems
How the shadow
How the eagle flies
How straight his arrow

How long the is
Why is passage so narrow?
How strange my feels
upon the arrow