Luyện nghe bài hát One Of The Hunted

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

of fowl slips through the wind
Releasing their with their fingers
they lies on a tensel line
Must escape but nowhere to hide

Now roles
In theater of ill humor
The steals the stage
With his encore performance, performance

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

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

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

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

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
nowhere to run

One of the
The have turned
One of the
There's no, nowhere to run

One of the hunted, one of the