Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Like The Swallows

Balancing on the
Leaning on the cliff wind, in limbo
He watched sand through the fingers
of his left hand the palm of his right
He someone walking in a hot dry wasteland
Young, hesitant
Recognised her crooked fring and eyes
Threadbare, summer patterned, dirty flowered dress
Scratched ankles and bitten hands
Wanted to touch her cool brown
But she was gone...
And his old tired was as still as ever
An aeroplane high up in the sky
Way up the clouds
A teapot, a pair of boots
A broken pocket, and chain
A dead baby 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... like the
Stuttered words, words
Voices questions he cannot hear
and find us
Step back or you'll
But the is humming so loud now
Trying to cling to the cotton
Light patterned sleeveless
Flowered carnation sunflower
Sweatstained primrose
Dirty disappearing decaying
Fading cotton forgotten summer dress
But it was gone...
like the swallows