Luyện nghe bài hát Alder Trees, The

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

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

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

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

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

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

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