Luyện nghe bài hát Landscape Grown Cold

The standing naked,
the underfoot
is a dark cellar,
The battleship
so heavy my droop
it's a kind of day
that I sometimes through

The are like veins
on the old village
the grass turns to white
and way the road
I see from another world
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 in my coat collar,
back to the wind blows
insane by
in a landscape cold

the painted tin
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
insane by
in a landscape cold