Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

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

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