Luyện nghe bài hát Shaletown

On the rising, falling tide
Breathing in the
Sighing out the breeze
Chaff is blowing from the stubble
Leaving the dried earth it threads the gate
Tunnel
Old man's
to the wild plums
Old man's
And the pot-holed tracks
That lead to
The ox-man's soul forever around
And the stubble field
in the lonely mile
Between the roads to
He the chaff leave his dry brown eye
And swing rose-hip stile
To
bronze-red sunset, cobweb clouds
Dipping to the
Dancing through the trees
Over carts struggle up the hills
Sticking the sweat and blistered hands
sacks flap
>From walls
Flailing to welcome
>From blackened
In to the groaning heart of
The ox-man turns and into the wind
Towards the sea
the lonely mile
As chaff settles in
The machines they groan and the hammers they
As falls on Shaletown
The settles in Shaletown