Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Like The Swallows

Balancing on the
Leaning on the cliff edge wind, in
He watched running through the fingers
of his left hand into the of his right
He someone walking in a hot dry wasteland
Young, steps
Recognised her crooked fring and narrow
Threadbare, summer patterned, dirty cotton flowered
Scratched ankles and bitten hands
Wanted to touch her cool brown
But she was gone...
And his old face was as still as ever
An hummed high up in the sky
Way up above the
A teapot, a pair of boots
A broken pocket, and chain
A born baby pig
Lying, pure white...
Soft and smooth as a gloved lady's
A spinning wheel, a hook
An umbrella, bottles, a tin bath
A hat stand and a slate pill box hat
past his grabbing hands
And were gone... like the
Stuttered words, stuttered
Voices asking questions he cannot
and find us
Step back or you'll
But the aeroplane is so loud now
to cling to the summer cotton
Light threadbare patterned
Flowered carnation sunflower
primrose threadbare
Dirty disappearing flowered
Fading cotton fucking summer dress
But it was gone...
Gone the swallows