Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

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

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