Luyện nghe bài hát Digging for Some Words

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their
this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can send an to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows already soak up the

I'm digging for some words beneath the stones in
I'm searching for a drum song in the jungles of
I'm groping for the blood moon in the of Malawi
Looking for the of Ethiopia

Settling dusk gets by the bark of the baboon
The frogs and the owls no call to the moon
The warlords have gathered, blue smoke hiss from teeth of
And the baobab trembles in the boiling loam

The fireplace is broken and the stone too
Its pieces flung across the plains of Africa
Each dusty fragment, a seed from which
The of a debt that only you and I will know

Wanderers and nomads have to see their chieftains
this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can send an to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the already soak up the skies

Seven seasoned soldiers have been from Saigon
A craven walkie-talkie puts their bloodshot on
drink beer, milk, some drink kinky-kola
Sheep dogs live in Outeniqua, gun in Angola

Flames lick the corners of each hungry horseman's
They have locusts in their scabbards and in their eyes
Passing through the air, leave a sea of fetid rumors
As they ride upon the skyline on a secret trail of

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their
this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can an emissary to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows soak up the skies

I found some beneath a stone in Zimbabwe
I heard a distant song in the jungles of Zaire
The blood moon spoke of war in the of Malawi
But I never found the lion of

Wanderers and nomads have to see their chieftains
this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can send an emissary to to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows already up the skies