Luyện nghe bài hát Shaletown

On the blue-green rising, tide
in the pebbles
Sighing out the salt
is blowing from the stubble fields
Leaving the dried earth it threads the gate
hedges
Old beard
Sticking to the plums
Old beard
And follows the pot-holed
That lead to
The ox-man's soul turns around
And ploughs the stubble
in the lonely mile
Between the roads to
He the chaff leave his dry brown eye
And swing over stile
To
bronze-red sunset, cobweb clouds
Dipping to the
Dancing the dead trees
Over that struggle up the hills
Sticking into the and blistered hands
Nailed sacks
blackened walls
Flailing arms to
>From blackened
In to the heart of Shaletown
The ox-man turns and walks the wind
Towards the sea
the lonely mile
As settles in Shaletown
The machines groan and the hammers they pound
As night falls on
The chaff in Shaletown