Luyện nghe bài hát Alder Trees, The

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

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

Oh, in days unfolding
With hats of mud and snake skin
Oh, wandering in days
With hats of mud and snake skin
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 black sisters of Mariee?
We sat upon grinding rock as children used to be

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

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

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