Luyện nghe bài hát Alder Trees, The

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

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

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

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

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

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

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