Luyện nghe bài hát Cane Hill

Upon these shadows
Of men and
are no smiles

They
the greyness of the walls
And at angels
They on
To
Each a
Of sadness and

Or no
Passes cigarette-stained lips
sit
The ones
eternally
In
That have become their
That have their arms
Their
They are now
Just shells moving and forth
Upon a
Of uncharted beach
Up steep hills
They
Like the thoughts
That them selves
Into mind
You cannot them
For will not answer you

Are our deepest