Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

An old lady walking the dusty farm road
Looking for a simple
She doesn't want anything smart
And she need a telephone
the child of a refugee running from the zulu war
Living 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 to weenen county

Uhamba wemashabala
ku-phi?
Uhamba njalo
Ukhumbula wena?
ku-phi wena?
Uthwala 'nzima
indlela?
Uthwala 'nzima
indlela?
Izinto
zomhlaba
She's built more than fingers on her hands
A wife living on county crown land
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 that she 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 ground
"weenen county you took my man" she
"you my home, you took my land
You me all alone - now I'm coming home."
county in the springtime
Hadeda's on the
morning
Blue
Repeat and fade out