Luyện nghe bài hát One Of The Hunted

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

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

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

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

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

In the of nature I hear the laughter
Just victim on this lonely trail
They no emotion for this loss of life
It reminds me of myself not ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

One of the hunted, one of the