Luyện nghe bài hát Greyhair

Greyhair fool / undone / The fields ahead / Leaves black as coal
Landmark-free / No walls, No
to him on this night of his return
C--So who will love lie on legs
who can't change skin and is not yet
The foreigner
The homeless, son
Scrambles blind up slope
silent shakes before rusty gates--C
There's a house, its caved in
A rusty of car / A lightning-blasted tree
and a man who says, "So here you are--the boy who the plough,
who struck his father down, who us to be damned
and us to the Englishman!"
"Who will love this lie on legs? On paving-stones I've my bed
Not a living soul now speaks my name but here at least I my shame
I thought to come and taste once more what the priestly fables all
the consequence," says the greyhair son
fool / Shoes undone / He'll top at dawn / Now hews his plough
Wind blows on / The soil is poison / He to work / He and his plough
Final union / He and his / Plough