Luyện nghe bài hát One Of The Hunted

I the distant stare
From the eye of the woodsman
of death await me here
I'm to their illusion, confusion

Fletching of fowl slips through the
their death with their fingers
Fate they lies on a tensel
Must escape but there's nowhere to

Now exchanging
In theater of ill humor
The understudy steals the
With his encore performance, encore

One of the
The have turned
One of the
nowhere to run

One of the
The tables have
One of the
There's to run

In the temples of nature I hear the
Just another victim on this trail
They show no emotion for this of life
It me of myself not long ago

And the cries for life I'd seem to ignore
This cries for are now my very own

Feel the stare
From the eye of the woodsman
Quivers of await me here
I'm blind to their illusion,

One of the
The tables turned
One of the
There's to run

One of the
The tables turned
One of the
There's to run

One of the
The tables have
One of the
nowhere to run

One of the
The tables have
One of the
no, there's nowhere to run

One of the hunted, one of the