Luyện nghe bài hát Digging for Some Words

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their
Will this be the end of the and the birds?
Who can send an to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the already soak up the skies

I'm digging for some words beneath the stones in
I'm searching for a drum song in the jungles of
I'm groping for the blood in the mountains of Malawi
for the lion of Ethiopia

Settling dusk darkened by the bark of the baboon
The frogs and the owls no longer call to the
The warlords have gathered, blue smoke hiss from of chrome
And the baobab trembles in the boiling loam

The fireplace is and the grinding stone too
Its million pieces flung the plains of Africa
Each dusty fragment, a seed which grows
The memory of a debt that you and I will know

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their
this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can an emissary to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows already up the skies

Seven seasoned soldiers have summoned from Saigon
A walkie-talkie puts their bloodshot armor on
drink beer, milk, some drink kinky-kola
Sheep dogs live in Outeniqua, gun in Angola

Flames lick the corners of hungry horseman's smile
They have locusts in their and desert's in their eyes
Passing the air, they leave a sea of fetid rumors
As they ride upon the on a secret trail of lies

and nomads have gone to see their chieftains
Will this be the end of the and the birds?
Who can an emissary to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows already up the skies

I found some words a stone in Zimbabwe
I heard a drum song in the jungles of Zaire
The blood moon of war in the mountains of Malawi
But I never the lion of Ethiopia

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see chieftains
this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can an emissary to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows soak up the skies