Luyện nghe bài hát These Low Lands

Weakness of the
vapor in the trenches
These haunted
By a man clad in

All deeds done
Are up into hills
And on the left side
of bad omens

Behind the
The worst of the world
Violent crows of this
Flying

below us
Another grows
like tumors
Which return

And night someone
Moves all the forward
And the sun to
Set at the sunrise

No one leaves place
No out from here
No passing ever
Really do by

No one entering
Walks trembling
No one dreams of
The hands of tender