Luyện nghe bài hát Tibetan Side of Town

Through rutted winding streets of
Dodging crowded humans cows dogs -
constellated pools of bluewhite
Bright against walls

The butterfly in my lasered eye still seems
To hold that last shot of red sun haze over jumbled roofs
Everything like slow fluid in this atmosphere
as dreams
With sewage, incense, dust and and the smoke of brick kilns and cremations -
Tom Kelly's bike rumbles -
we're going drinking on the side of town.

Beggar with withered legs sits sideways on skateboard,
There's a joke going on somewhere but never know
Those laughing with hungry eyes must be in on it too
With their memories of a culture crushed
By greed

Pretty mother by the temple gate
Covers her baby's against diesel fumes
look of concern - you can see it still -
Not yet masked by the hard of a woman's
Struggle to

bargains going down
When you're on the Tibetan side of town.

Big red Bullet lurches to a halt in the dust
Last of engine leaves a ringing in the ears
That into the rustle of bare feet and slapping sandals
And the moan of long bronze trumpets
by monastery walls.

Prayer flags crack like in the breeze
Sending to the - tonight the message blows east
Dark door opens to warm room and there
Are these steaming jugs of hot beer
and I'm sucked into the scene this liquor up
bamboo straw

Sweet sliding down -
on the Tibetan side of town