Luyện nghe bài hát Tibetan Side of Town

Through winding streets of Kathmandu
Dodging crowded cows dogs rickshaws -
Storefronts constellated pools of
Bright against walls

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

Beggar with withered legs sits sideways on skateboard,
There's a joke going on but we'll never know
Those laughing kids with hungry eyes be in on it too
With clinging memories of a culture crushed
By Chinese

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

Hard going down
When you're living on the Tibetan of town.

Big red Enfield Bullet lurches to a in the dust
Last blast of leaves a ringing in the ears
That fades into the rustle of feet and slapping sandals
And the baritone moan of long bronze
Muffled by walls.

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

Sweet tungba down -
drinking on the Tibetan side of