Luyện nghe bài hát Landscape Grown Cold

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

The are like veins
on the old village
where the grass turns to
and way down the
I see from another world
in a I'm not welcome,
removed my life

I sit in the ditch,
and I dig in the
with the heel of my
sink in my coat collar,
back to the that blows
insane by
in a landscape grown

the painted tin
flaps back in the
the greenbottles lay
and a of boards
facing upon the dust,
chairs sit in judgment,
the day

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