Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

An old lady walking down the dusty road
for a simple home
She doesn't want anything smart
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
She's old and she's bent, her can hardly see
And she's going home forever to weenen

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