Luyện nghe bài hát Alder Trees, The

I can the elders whispering in words so sweet and low
The alder trees listening to songs been sung before
My friend and I skeletons of leaves
Making tiny piles, oh, and through the weeds

Wind blows the tiny green, green
Wind blows the tiny green, seeds
blows the tiny green, tiny green
Wind blows the tiny green, helicopter

Oh, wandering in unfolding
With fashioned of mud and snake skin
Oh, wandering in days
With hats fashioned of mud and skin
Of mud and snake

As I think about the who weren't allowed to sing
Sewing all pretty rows of thread instead of singing
And what about the braided sisters of Mariee?
We sat upon their grinding as children used to be

Beneath the knotted pine, knotted
Beneath the knotted at the garden's edge
the knotted pine, knotted pine
Beneath the knotted pine at the garden's

Oh, laughing, girls clapping
Ghosts weaving our hair to
Oh, laughing, little girls
And weaving our hair to baskets
Our to baskets

I can hear the elders in words so sweet and low
The alder trees were listening to been sung before
My friend and I collecting of leaves
Making piles, oh, and sifting through the weeds
tiny piles, oh, and sifting through the weeds