Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Shabalala

An old walking down the dusty farm road
for a simple home
She doesn't want extremely smart
And she doesn't need a
She's the child of a refugee from the zulu war
Living hand to mouth, dodging the wrong arm of the law
She's old and bent, her eyes can hardly see
And she's going home forever to weenen

Uhamba wemashabala
Ukhumbula
Uhamba njalo
Ukhumbula wena?
Ukhumbula ku-phi
Uthwala 'nzima
indlela?
Uthwala wemashabalala
indlela?
Izinto
Izinto
She's more homes than fingers on her hands
A wife living on county crown land
And then they wrested the harvest from the land and lords
And her man died she could cry no more tears
And she had lost everything that she had to lose
So she up her walking stick and puts on her car-tyre shoes
And she's in a dream listening for that special sound
The echo of the plough over weenen county ground
"weenen county you my man" she says
"you took my home, you took my
You me all alone - now I'm coming home."
county in the springtime
Hadeda's on the
morning
Blue
Repeat and fade out