Luyện nghe bài hát Digging for Some Words

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 ravens and the crows already soak up the

I'm digging for some words the stones in Zimbabwe
I'm searching for a drum in the jungles of Zaire
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 to the moon
The have gathered, blue smoke hiss from teeth of chrome
And the baobab in the boiling blood loam

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

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

seasoned soldiers have been summoned from Saigon
A craven puts their bloodshot armor on
drink 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 leave a sea of rumors
As they ride upon the on a secret trail of lies

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

I found some words beneath a stone in
I a distant drum song in the jungles of Zaire
The blood moon spoke of war in the of Malawi
But I never the lion of Ethiopia

Wanderers and nomads have 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 and the crows already soak up the skies