Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

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

Uhamba wemashabala
Ukhumbula
njalo wemashabala
Ukhumbula ku-phi
ku-phi wena?
Uthwala 'nzima
indlela?
Uthwala wemashabalala
indlela?
Izinto
Izinto
She's built more homes than fingers on her
A sharecropper's wife living on crown land
And then wrested the harvest from the land and it's lords
And when her man died she 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 walking in a dream listening for that special
The echo of the whip over weenen county ground
"weenen county you my man" she says
"you my home, you took my land
You left me all - now I'm coming home."
Weenen county in the
Hadeda's on the
morning
Blue
chorus and fade out