Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

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

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

First the Birch
followed by the Ash
Then the Alder she forms
And merges with

The Hawthorne
As the Oak the door
She is the hinge on which the year
He the lightning flash and her

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

We were
In a circle of we'd drawn
With wisdom from nine Hazels
A Rowan and a Willow rod

At ten comes the
That generates wine
The change of the night sun
A in the blood of the white bull

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

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

The of course
came next
With at her most

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

Vowels and
The of trees
The power they
The of prose

So the church
Began to twist the old
They built own Tower of Babel
Ulster to Munster

The gave way then
To the
The Earth her will
So night follows day

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

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