Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

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

consonants than you, love
And my vowels, well, were

comes the Birch
Rowan by the Ash
Then through the Alder she
And with Willow

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

the spirits
Through
You said the God seems to have
And our are the Reed
But we knew the held the Holly sacred

We insulated
In a of words we'd drawn
With wisdom from nine Hazels
A Rowan fire and a rod

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

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

From Ivy is an ale that can unveil
The hidden meanings and
revealed through visions
Yes vowels could
"A" was for the Fir

The of course
Then came
With at her most

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

Vowels and
The power of
The power hold
The power of

So when the
Began to twist the old
built their own Tower of Babel
From Ulster to

The Reed way then
To the
The turns her will
So that follows day

From to dawn
Fom to Winter
At day the Ash had over the Alder

Our of love
The Battle of
We fought side by
Then he to me:
"I've bullets and even poisoned arrows
Only to be by the blade of a vowel"