Luyện nghe bài hát Arrow

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

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

Hood the eager face
Skin and sallow
Headlong the chilling night
As swift as any

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

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

What a crawl against the
loom the gallows
One touch to the chapel
How swiftly comes the

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

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

How long the seems
How the shadow
How straight the eagle
How towards his arrow

How long the is
Why is this passage so
How strange my body
Impaled upon the