Luyện nghe bài hát Digging for Some Words

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 and the crows already soak up the skies

I'm digging for some words beneath the stones in
I'm searching for a drum in the jungles of Zaire
I'm for the blood moon 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 warlords gathered, blue smoke hiss from teeth of chrome
And the trembles in the boiling blood loam

The fireplace is broken and the grinding too
Its million pieces across 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 send an emissary to to the seasons?
For the and the crows already soak up the skies

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

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

Wanderers and nomads gone to see their chieftains
Will 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

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

Wanderers and nomads have 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 up the skies