Luyện nghe bài hát Cane Hill

Upon these ghostly
Of men and
are no smiles

They
With the greyness of the
And at strange
travel on
To
a nucleus
Of and despair

Or no
Passes cigarette-stained lips
sit
The ones
eternally
In
That have become eyes
That have become their
Their
They are now
shells moving back and forth
Upon a
Of uncharted beach
Up steep hills
They
Like the thoughts
That push selves
your mind
You cannot question
For they not answer you

Are our fears