Luyện nghe bài hát Zen Archer

Pretty bird feathers falling
Pretty as a lady
For her pink and lover
As she stares the water

And a moon is rising
And can't be no disguising
That the pretty bird is
a silver arrow lying at its side

Rivers of
Oceans of
without death
And death without

To the whole Nations
To greatest expectations
To the moment that you
As a dark figure slips out of the shadow

bird closes its eyes
Pretty dies
Another pretty dead
On the end of the shaft of the Zen

A man in parts
an outlook that is rotten
And an attitude to it
relief inside a hatchet

And he halved in Boulder
is in the hands of the beholder
And you just don't
What people do next

Mountains of
Valleys of
Death life
And without meaning

To the kept and broken
To the that's never spoken
as surely as I'm in your ears
A dark figure slips out of the shadow

Pretty closes its eyes
bird dies
Another pretty dead
On the end of the of the Zen Archer