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 child of a running from the zulu war
Living hand to mouth, dodging the wrong arm of the law
She's old and bent, her eyes can hardly see
And she's going home forever to county

Uhamba wemashabala
ku-phi?
Uhamba njalo
Ukhumbula wena?
Ukhumbula wena?
'nzima wemashabalala
indlela?
Uthwala wemashabalala
indlela?
Izinto
zomhlaba
She's built more than fingers on her hands
A sharecropper's living on county crown land
And they wrested the harvest 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 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 plough over weenen county ground
"weenen county you my man" she says
"you took my home, you my land
You left me all - now I'm coming home."
county in the springtime
Hadeda's on the
morning
Blue
chorus and fade out