Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

An old lady walking down the farm road
Looking for a home
She doesn't want anything extremely
And she need a telephone
She's the of a refugee running from the zulu war
Living hand to mouth, dodging the wrong arm of the law
She's old and bent, her eyes can hardly see
And she's home forever to weenen county

Uhamba njalo
Ukhumbula
Uhamba wemashabala
Ukhumbula wena?
Ukhumbula wena?
Uthwala 'nzima
indlela?
Uthwala wemashabalala
indlela?
Izinto
zomhlaba
She's built more homes fingers on her hands
A sharecropper's wife on county crown land
And then they wrested the from the land and it's lords
And when her man she could cry no more tears
And she had lost everything that she ever had to
So she picks up her stick and puts on her car-tyre shoes
And she's walking in a dream listening for that sound
The echo of the plough over weenen county ground
"weenen county you my man" she says
"you took my home, you took my
You left me all - now I'm coming home."
Weenen county in the
Hadeda's on the
Blue
Blue
chorus and fade out