Luyện nghe bài hát Arrow

Stub towers in the
Riders the blasted moor against the horizon
promises of treaty
Fatal of war, futile orisons

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

Hood masks the face
Skin and sallow
into the chilling night
As swift as any

Feet against the
Fingers scrabbling at the lock, craving
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

What a against the slope
Dark loom the
One touch to the chapel
How swiftly comes the

Compassion you plead, as though they it in a box
Well, that's long been empty
I'd like to help you somehow but I'm in the spot
My exempts me

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

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

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