Luyện nghe bài hát Shaletown

On the blue-green rising, tide
in the pebbles
Sighing out the salt
Chaff is from the stubble fields
Leaving the dried land it threads the gate
Tunnel
Old beard
to the wild plums
Old man's
And the pot-holed tracks
That to Shaletown
The ox-man's soul forever turns
And ploughs the stubble
in the lonely mile
Between the roads to
He the chaff leave his dry brown eye
And swing rose-hip stile
To
Under bronze-red sunset, clouds
to the shadows
Dancing the dead trees
carts that struggle up the hills
Sticking into the sweat and blistered
sacks flap
>From walls
Flailing arms to
>From walls
In to the heart of Shaletown
The turns and walks into the wind
the ceaseless sea
Ploughing the mile
As chaff in Shaletown
The machines they and the hammers they pound
As night falls on
The chaff in Shaletown