Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Like The Swallows

Balancing on the
on the cliff edge wind, in limbo
He sand running through the fingers
of his hand into the palm of his right
He sees someone in a hot dry wasteland
Young, steps
Recognised her crooked and narrow eyes
Threadbare, patterned, dirty cotton flowered dress
Scratched and nail bitten hands
to touch her cool brown hair
But she was gone...
And his old tired was as still as ever
An hummed high up in the sky
Way up above the
A green teapot, a of boots
A pocket, watch and chain
A born dead pig
Lying, white... bloodless
Soft and smooth as a gloved hand
A wheel, a bill hook
An umbrella, bottles, a tin bath
A hat stand and a slate pill box hat
Sailed past his hands
And gone... like the swallows
Stuttered words, words
asking questions he cannot hear
Come and us
Step back or you'll
But the aeroplane is so loud now
to cling to the summer cotton
Light patterned sleeveless
Flowered dirty carnation
primrose threadbare
Dirty decaying flowered
Fading cotton forgotten summer dress
But it was gone...
Gone the swallows