Luyện nghe bài hát These Low Lands

Weakness of the
Like vapor in the
lowlands haunted
By a man clad in

All evil done
Are piled up hills
And on the left side
of bad omens

Behind the
The noise of the world
crows of this dream
Flying

Open us
Another swarm
Feel tumors
Which return

And every night
Moves all the clocks
And the sun to
Set always at the

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

No one entering
Walks without
No one dreams of
The hands of tender