Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

An old lady walking down the dusty road
Looking for a simple
She want anything extremely smart
And she need a telephone
She's the child of a refugee from the zulu war
from hand to mouth, dodging the wrong arm of the law
She's old and bent, her eyes can hardly see
And she's going home to weenen county

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