Luyện nghe bài hát Arrow

Stub towers in the
Riders cross the blasted moor against the
Fickle of treaty
Fatal of war, futile orisons

Swirl as one in this flight, this mad
This surge across the marshy mud
Until the meaning is

Hood masks the face
stretched and sallow
Headlong the chilling night
As as any arrow

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

the bolt in the wall, rusted the key
Now the echoes of all frightful
Intrude in the

What a crawl against the
Dark the gallows
One to the chapel door
How swiftly comes the

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

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

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

How the night is
Why is this passage so
How my body feels
upon the arrow