Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Like The Swallows

Balancing on the
Leaning on the cliff edge wind, in
He watched sand running through the
of his left hand into the palm of his
He sees someone in a hot dry wasteland
Young, steps
Recognised her fring and narrow eyes
Threadbare, summer patterned, cotton flowered dress
Scratched ankles and nail hands
Wanted to touch her cool brown
But she was gone...
And his old tired face was as still as
An aeroplane high up in the sky
Way up the clouds
A green teapot, a pair of
A broken pocket, and chain
A born dead pig
Lying, pure white...
Soft and smooth as a gloved lady's
A wheel, a bill hook
An umbrella, empty bottles, a tin
A hat and a slate grey pill box hat
Sailed past his grabbing
And were gone... the swallows
words, stuttered words
Voices asking questions he cannot
and find us
Step back or fall
But the aeroplane is humming so now
Trying to cling to the cotton
threadbare patterned sleeveless
Flowered carnation sunflower
primrose threadbare
Dirty disappearing decaying
Fading cotton forgotten fucking dress
But it was gone...
like the swallows