Luyện nghe bài hát Shaletown

On the rising, falling tide
in the pebbles
Sighing out the salt
Chaff is blowing from the stubble
Leaving the earth land it threads the gate
Tunnel
Old man's
Sticking to the plums
Old beard
And follows the pot-holed
That to Shaletown
The ox-man's soul forever around
And ploughs the stubble
Caught in the mile
Between the roads to
He watches the chaff leave his dry eye
And over rose-hip stile
To
Under bronze-red sunset, clouds
to the shadows
Dancing through the dead
Over carts struggle up the hills
into the sweat and blistered hands
Nailed flap
blackened walls
Flailing arms to
>From walls
In to the groaning of Shaletown
The turns and walks into the wind
Towards the sea
Ploughing the lonely
As settles in Shaletown
The machines they groan and the they pound
As night on Shaletown
The chaff settles in