Luyện nghe bài hát Shaletown

On the blue-green rising, falling
Breathing in the
Sighing out the salt
Chaff is blowing from the stubble
Leaving the dried earth it threads the gate
Tunnel
Old man's
to the wild plums
Old beard
And the pot-holed tracks
lead to Shaletown
The ox-man's soul forever turns
And ploughs the field
Caught in the lonely
the roads to Shaletown
He the chaff leave his dry brown eye
And swing over stile
To
Under bronze-red sunset, cobweb
to the shadows
Dancing the dead trees
Over carts struggle up the hills
into the sweat and blistered hands
Nailed sacks
>From blackened
Flailing to welcome
blackened walls
In to the groaning of Shaletown
The ox-man turns and into the wind
the ceaseless sea
Ploughing the lonely
As chaff in Shaletown
The machines they groan and the hammers pound
As night on Shaletown
The chaff in Shaletown