Luyện nghe bài hát Arrow

Stub towers in the
cross the blasted moor against the horizon
Fickle promises of
harbingers of war, futile orisons

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

Hood masks the face
Skin and sallow
Headlong the chilling night
As as any arrow

Feet the flagstones
Fingers scrabbling at the lock, protection
croaks a voice
Half-strangled by the shock of its

the bolt in the wall, rusted the key
Now the of all frightful memory
in the silence

What a against the slope
Dark loom the
One touch to the door
How comes the arrow

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

We are all on the run on our
The sundial a line upon eternity
Across number

How the time seems
How the shadow
How straight the eagle
How straight towards his

How long the is
Why is this so narrow?
How strange my body
upon the arrow