Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Like The Swallows

Balancing on the
Leaning on the edge wind, in limbo
He watched running through the fingers
of his left hand into the of his right
He sees walking in a hot dry wasteland
Young, steps
Recognised her crooked fring and 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 aeroplane high up in the sky
Way up the clouds
A green teapot, a pair of
A broken pocket, and chain
A born baby pig
Lying, white... bloodless
Soft and as a gloved lady's hand
A spinning wheel, a bill
An umbrella, empty bottles, a tin
A hat and a slate grey pill box hat
Sailed past his grabbing
And gone... like the swallows
Stuttered words, words
Voices asking questions he cannot
and find us
Step or you'll fall
But the is humming so loud now
Trying to cling to the summer
Light threadbare sleeveless
dirty carnation sunflower
Sweatstained primrose
Dirty disappearing flowered
Fading cotton forgotten summer dress
But it was gone...
Gone the swallows