Luyện nghe bài hát Landscape Grown Cold

The trees naked,
the ground
is a dark cellar,
The skies
so heavy my shoulders
a lean kind of day
that I sometimes through

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

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

the tin sign
back in the wind
where the lay
and a window of
facing upon the dust,
empty 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,
back to the wind that
insane by
in a landscape grown