Luyện nghe bài hát Zen Archer

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

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

Rivers of
of tears
Life without
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 dies
pretty thing dead
On the end of the of the Zen Archer

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

And he someone in Boulder
Justifiability is in the hands of the
And you just know
What will do next

of pain
Valleys of
Death life
And life without

To the kept and broken
To the love that's spoken
Just as surely as I'm in ears
A dark figure slips from out of the

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