Luyện nghe bài hát Arrow

Stub in the distance
cross the blasted moor against the horizon
Fickle of treaty
harbingers of war, futile orisons

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

masks the eager face
Skin stretched and
Headlong the chilling night
As swift as any

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

the bolt in the wall, rusted the key
Now the of all frightful memory
in the silence

What a crawl against the
loom the gallows
One touch to the door
How comes the arrow

Compassion you plead, as though kept it in a box
Well, that's since been empty
I'd like to 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 line eternity
Across number

How long the time
How the shadow
How straight the eagle
How straight towards his

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