Luyện nghe bài hát Alder Trees, The

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

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

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

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

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

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

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