Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Like The Swallows

Balancing on the
Leaning on the cliff wind, in limbo
He watched sand through the fingers
of his left into the palm of his right
He sees someone in a hot dry wasteland
Young, hesitant
Recognised her crooked fring and eyes
Threadbare, summer patterned, dirty flowered dress
Scratched and nail bitten hands
Wanted to her cool brown hair
But she was gone...
And his old tired face was as as ever
An hummed high up in the sky
Way up the clouds
A teapot, a pair of boots
A broken pocket, watch and
A dead baby pig
Lying, pure white...
Soft and smooth as a gloved lady's
A spinning wheel, a bill
An umbrella, empty bottles, a tin
A hat stand and a slate pill box hat
Sailed his grabbing hands
And were gone... like the
words, stuttered words
Voices asking he cannot hear
Come and us
Step or you'll fall
But the aeroplane is so loud now
to cling to the summer cotton
Light threadbare sleeveless
dirty carnation sunflower
Sweatstained threadbare
Dirty disappearing flowered
Fading cotton forgotten fucking summer
But it was gone...
like the swallows