Luyện nghe bài hát Cane Hill

Upon these ghostly
Of men and
are no smiles

They
the greyness of the walls
And at strange
They on
To
Each a
Of and despair

Or no
their cigarette-stained lips
sit
The lonely
Sitting
In
That have become their
That have become their
Their
They are now
Just shells moving back and
a shore
Of some uncharted
Up steep hills
linger
Like the darknest
That them selves
Into mind
You question them
For they will not you

Are our deepest