Luyện nghe bài hát Arrow

Stub towers in the
Riders the blasted moor against the horizon
Fickle promises of
harbingers of war, futile orisons

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

masks the eager face
Skin and sallow
Headlong the chilling night
As as any arrow

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

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

a crawl against the slope
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 like to 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
Across every

How long the seems
How dark the
How straight the eagle
How straight towards his

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