Luyện nghe bài hát Zen Archer

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

And a yellow moon is
And there can't be no
the pretty bird is dying
With a silver arrow lying at its

Rivers of
Oceans of
without death
And death reason

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

Pretty bird its eyes
Pretty bird
pretty thing dead
On the end of the of the Zen Archer

A man in parts
With an outlook is rotten
And an to match it
Finds relief a hatchet

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

of pain
Valleys of
Death without
And life meaning

To the kept and broken
To the love that's never
Just as surely as I'm in your
A dark slips from out of the shadow

Pretty bird closes its
Pretty bird
pretty thing dead
On the end of the of the Zen Archer