Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

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

Uhamba njalo
Ukhumbula
Uhamba wemashabala
Ukhumbula wena?
ku-phi wena?
Uthwala 'nzima
Iya-phi
'nzima wemashabalala
Iya-phi
Izinto
Izinto
She's built more homes fingers on her hands
A sharecropper's wife living on county crown
And then they wrested the harvest from the land and it's
And when her man died she could cry no more
And she had everything that she ever had to lose
So she picks up her walking stick and puts on her shoes
And she's walking in a listening for that special sound
The of the plough whip over weenen county ground
"weenen you took my man" she says
"you took my home, you took my
You left me all alone - now I'm home."
Weenen county in the
Hadeda's on the
Blue
Blue
Repeat chorus and out