Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

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

Uhamba wemashabala
Ukhumbula
Uhamba wemashabala
Ukhumbula ku-phi
ku-phi wena?
Uthwala 'nzima
indlela?
Uthwala 'nzima
indlela?
Izinto
Izinto
She's built more than fingers on her hands
A sharecropper's wife living on county 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 that she ever had to lose
So she picks up her stick and puts on her car-tyre shoes
And she's walking in a dream listening for that special
The echo of the plough over weenen county ground
"weenen county you took my man" she
"you took my home, you took my
You me all alone - now I'm coming home."
Weenen county in the
on the wing
Blue
morning
Repeat chorus and out