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 emissary to to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows soak up the skies

I'm for some words beneath the stones in Zimbabwe
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 gets by the bark of the baboon
The frogs and the owls no longer to the moon
The warlords gathered, blue smoke hiss from teeth of chrome
And the baobab trembles in the blood loam

The is broken and the grinding stone too
Its million pieces flung across the plains of
Each dusty fragment, a seed from grows
The memory of a debt only you and I will know

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

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

Flames lick the corners of each hungry horseman's
They have in their scabbards and desert's in their eyes
Passing through the air, they a sea of fetid rumors
As they ride upon the skyline on a secret trail of

Wanderers and nomads gone to see their chieftains
Will be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can send an emissary to to the seasons?
For the and the crows already soak up the skies

I found some beneath 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 gone to see their chieftains
Will be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can send an emissary to speak to the
For the and the crows already soak up the skies