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 the palm of his right
He sees someone in a hot dry wasteland
Young, steps
Recognised her crooked fring and narrow
Threadbare, summer patterned, cotton 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 hummed up in the sky
Way up the clouds
A green teapot, a of boots
A broken pocket, watch and
A dead baby pig
Lying, white... bloodless
Soft and smooth as a lady's hand
A spinning wheel, a bill
An umbrella, bottles, a tin bath
A hat stand and a slate grey box hat
Sailed his grabbing hands
And were gone... like the
Stuttered words, stuttered
asking questions he cannot hear
Come and us
Step back or fall
But the aeroplane is so loud now
to cling to the summer cotton
Light threadbare sleeveless
dirty carnation sunflower
Sweatstained threadbare
Dirty decaying flowered
cotton forgotten fucking summer dress
But it was gone...
Gone the swallows