Luyện nghe bài hát Cane Hill

Upon these ghostly
Of men and
There are no

They
With the of the walls
And at strange
travel on
To
a nucleus
Of sadness and

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

Are our deepest