Luyện nghe bài hát Landscape Grown Cold

The trees naked,
the underfoot
is a dark cellar,
The skies
so my shoulders droop
it's a kind of day
that I sometimes pass

The vines are veins
on the old wall
the grass turns to white
and way the road
I see smoke from another
in a I'm not welcome,
removed from my

I sit in the ditch,
and I dig in the
the heel of my sole
sink down in my collar,
back to the wind that
insane by
in a landscape cold

the tin sign
flaps back in the
the greenbottles lay
and a window of
facing hollow the dust,
empty sit in judgment,
the day

I sit in the ditch,
and I dig in the
with the of my sole
down in my coat collar,
back to the that blows
by myself
in a grown cold