Luyện nghe bài hát Alder Trees, The

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

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

Oh, in days unfolding
With fashioned 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 pretty rows of thread instead of singing
And what about the black braided of Mariee?
We sat their grinding rock as children used to be

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

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

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