Luyện nghe bài hát Chapter 2

Her eyes, as injustice
From the burning in the box
Out of desperation
But it worked, she is now at last
Yet she's been
To play the

Her eyes see things as before
Her eyes can only see emanations of light and
of good and evil
And shades of bitter and death (life and death)

Gifted, of how she
Has become a beacon of

[she stares], faint [she walks]
Lost [in fields]
Looking for to
Dine[sometime],
Ingest [now that freedom bittersweet

for light, for harmony
In shadows, in pure

The idle dresses in white
'Til the prey walks across its sight
When the emanation of white turns to black
And it pounces the prey that will never back

Her hungry eyes set
On the hills of her overwhelming and crushing
When she a faint but luscious smoke
up the horizon

Running as fast as the wind through the
Lost in the blessing of longing and hope of a
somewhere must be willing to
Finally her in

She reaches the luscious
And finds a tribe of barbarians in white
And one in particular a much needed hand

No longer alone, no oppressed
No longer by fearful unrest
She by a fearless protector at last

Hoping the huntsmen will share crest
Hoping she'll one of their own
they'll take her in as one of the rest