Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Like The Swallows

Balancing on the
Leaning on the cliff wind, in limbo
He sand running through the fingers
of his left hand the palm of his right
He someone walking in a hot dry wasteland
Young, steps
her crooked fring and narrow eyes
Threadbare, summer patterned, dirty cotton flowered
Scratched ankles and nail bitten
Wanted to her cool brown hair
But she was gone...
And his old tired face was as as ever
An hummed high up in the sky
Way up the clouds
A green teapot, a of boots
A broken pocket, watch and
A dead baby pig
Lying, white... bloodless
Soft and smooth as a gloved lady's
A wheel, a bill hook
An umbrella, bottles, a tin bath
A hat stand and a slate grey box hat
Sailed his grabbing hands
And gone... like the swallows
words, stuttered words
Voices questions he cannot hear
Come and us
back or you'll fall
But the aeroplane is humming so now
Trying to to the summer cotton
threadbare patterned sleeveless
Flowered carnation sunflower
Sweatstained primrose
Dirty disappearing decaying
Fading cotton forgotten summer dress
But it was gone...
like the swallows