Luyện nghe bài hát Digging for Some Words

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

I'm digging for some words beneath the in Zimbabwe
I'm searching for a song in the jungles of Zaire
I'm groping for the blood moon in the of Malawi
Looking for the of Ethiopia

dusk gets darkened by the bark of the baboon
The frogs and the no longer call to the moon
The have gathered, blue smoke hiss from teeth of chrome
And the trembles in the boiling blood loam

The is broken and the grinding stone too
Its pieces flung across the plains of Africa
Each fragment, a seed from which 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 and the birds?
Who can send an emissary to to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows already soak up the

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 dogs in

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

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

I found words beneath a stone in Zimbabwe
I heard a distant drum song in the of Zaire
The blood spoke of war in the mountains of Malawi
But I never found the lion of

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