Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

Our language of
The Battle of
We fought side by
No one had

Sharper consonants than you,
And my vowels, well, trusted

First the Birch
Rowan by the Ash
Then through the she forms
And merges Willow

The blossoms
As the Oak guards the
She is the on which the year swings
He courts the lightning and her

the spirits
Through
You the Thunder God seems to have
And our enemies are the
But we knew the Furies the Holly sacred

We were
In a circle of words we'd
With wisdom sent nine Hazels
A fire and a Willow rod

At ten comes the
That generates bramble
The constant change of the sun
A song in the blood of the bull

Our of love
The Battle of
We fought side by
No one had
Sharper than you, love
And my vowels, well, trusted

Ivy leaves is an ale that can unveil
The hidden meanings and
Only revealed through
Yes vowels insert
"A" was for the Fir

The of course
Then next
Heather at her most

The White Poplar's gift to the souls of the
A promise it was not the end
But for the vine the "U", coffer

Vowels and
The power of
The they hold
The power of

So the church
to twist the old myths
They built their own of Babel
From Ulster to

The Reed gave way
To the
The Earth turns her
So that follows day

dawn to dawn
Fom to Winter
At day the Ash had power over the

Our language of
The of Trees
We fought side by
he said to me:
"I've dodged bullets and even poisoned
to be foiled by the blade of a vowel"