Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

An old lady walking the dusty farm road
Looking for a home
She want anything extremely smart
And she need a telephone
the child of a refugee running from 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 forever to county

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