Luyện nghe bài hát One Of The Hunted

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

Fletching of fowl slips the wind
Releasing their with their fingers
Fate they on a tensel line
Must but there's nowhere to hide

Now exchanging
In this of ill humor
The steals the stage
With his performance, encore performance

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

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

In the temples of I hear the laughter
another victim on this lonely trail
They show no emotion for this loss of
It reminds me of myself not ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

One of the hunted, one of the