Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Like The Swallows

Balancing on the
on the cliff edge wind, in limbo
He watched running through the fingers
of his left hand the palm of his right
He someone walking in a hot dry wasteland
Young, steps
Recognised her crooked fring and narrow
Threadbare, summer patterned, dirty cotton dress
Scratched ankles and nail hands
to touch her cool brown hair
But she was gone...
And his old face was as still as ever
An hummed high up in the sky
Way up the clouds
A teapot, a pair of boots
A pocket, watch and chain
A dead baby pig
Lying, pure white...
Soft and as a gloved lady's hand
A spinning wheel, a hook
An umbrella, empty bottles, a tin
A hat stand and a slate grey box hat
Sailed past his grabbing
And were gone... the swallows
words, stuttered words
Voices questions he cannot hear
Come and us
back or you'll fall
But the aeroplane is humming so now
Trying to cling to the summer
Light patterned sleeveless
dirty carnation sunflower
Sweatstained threadbare
Dirty disappearing flowered
Fading cotton forgotten fucking dress
But it was gone...
Gone like the