Luyện nghe bài hát Arrow

Stub in the distance
Riders the blasted moor against the horizon
Fickle of treaty
Fatal of war, futile orisons

Swirl as one in flight, this mad chase
This surge the marshy mud landscape
Until the is forgotten

Hood the eager face
Skin stretched and
into the chilling night
As swift as any

against the flagstones
Fingers scrabbling at the lock, craving
Sanctuary croaks a
Half-strangled by the of its rejection

Shot the in the wall, rusted the key
Now the echoes of all memory
Intrude in the

What a crawl against the
Dark the gallows
One to the chapel door
How swiftly the arrow

you plead, as though they kept it in a box
Well, that's long been empty
I'd like to help you somehow but I'm in the self-same
My exempts me

We are all on the run on our
The sundial draws a line upon
Across every

How long the time
How dark the
How straight the eagle
How straight his arrow

How the night is
Why is this passage so
How my body feels
Impaled upon the