Luyện nghe bài hát Tibetan Side of Town

Through rutted streets of Kathmandu
Dodging crowded cows dogs rickshaws -
Storefronts constellated of bluewhite
Bright against walls

The butterfly sparkle in my lasered eye seems
To hold that shot of red sun through haze over jumbled roofs
moves like slow fluid in this atmosphere
Thick as
With sewage, incense, dust and fever and the smoke of brick kilns and -
Tom Kelly's bike down -
we're drinking on the Tibetan side of town.

Beggar with legs sits sideways on skateboard, grinning
There's a joke on somewhere but we'll never know
laughing kids with hungry eyes must be in on it too
With their clinging memories of a culture
By greed

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

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

Big red Enfield Bullet to a halt in the dust
Last blast of engine leaves a in the ears
That fades into the rustle of bare feet and slapping
And the baritone of long bronze trumpets
by monastery walls.

Prayer crack like whips 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 millet
and I'm sucked the scene like this liquor up
This bamboo

Sweet tungba down -
drinking on the side of town