Luyện nghe bài hát These Low Lands

Weakness of the
Like in the trenches
These haunted
By a man in frost

All evil done
Are piled up into
And visible on the left
Fields of bad

the skyline
The worst of the world
Violent crows of dream
backwards

Open us
swarm grows
Feel tumors
Which return

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

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

No one entering
without trembling
No one dreams of
The hands of fathers