Luyện nghe bài hát Landscape Grown Cold

The standing naked,
the ground
is a dark cellar,
The battleship
so heavy my shoulders
it's a lean of day
that I sometimes pass

The vines are like
on the old wall
the grass turns to white
and way down the
I see smoke from 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 down in my collar,
to the wind that blows
insane by
in a landscape grown

the tin sign
back in the wind
where the lay
and a window of
facing hollow the dust,
chairs sit in judgment,
the day

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