Luyện nghe bài hát Hanging In the Wire

Walker sees the mist
Over no land
He sees in of him
A smashed up ground

There are no or trees
No blades of
Just unhurried ghosts are
in the wire

Walker's in the
point upwards
There are no birds
The white of Dover

There are no trees to sing
Walker hear the wind
Far off
To hear the beginning

in the mist
Rising over no land
In the battered waste
the guns firing