Luyện nghe bài hát Zen Archer

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

And a yellow moon is
And there be no disguising
That the bird is dying
With a silver arrow at its side

Rivers of
of tears
Life death
And without reason

To the whole United
To your greatest
To the moment that you
As a dark figure slips out of the shadow

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

A man in parts
With an outlook that is
And an attitude to it
Finds relief a hatchet

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

Mountains of
Valleys of
Death life
And life meaning

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

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