Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Like The Swallows

Balancing on the
Leaning on the edge wind, in limbo
He sand running through the fingers
of his left hand into the of his right
He sees someone walking in a hot dry
Young, hesitant
Recognised her crooked fring and eyes
Threadbare, summer patterned, dirty flowered dress
Scratched ankles and nail bitten
Wanted to touch her cool brown
But she was gone...
And his old face was as still as ever
An aeroplane high up in the sky
Way up above the
A teapot, a pair of boots
A pocket, watch and chain
A born baby pig
Lying, white... bloodless
Soft and smooth as a lady's hand
A wheel, a bill hook
An umbrella, bottles, a tin bath
A hat and a slate grey pill box hat
Sailed past his grabbing
And were gone... like the
words, stuttered words
Voices asking questions he hear
Come and us
Step or you'll fall
But the aeroplane is humming so now
Trying to to the summer cotton
Light threadbare patterned
Flowered dirty carnation
Sweatstained primrose
disappearing decaying flowered
Fading cotton fucking summer dress
But it was gone...
like the swallows