Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

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

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

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

The Hawthorne
As the Oak guards the
She is the hinge on the year swings
He courts the flash and her

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

We insulated
In a circle of words drawn
With wisdom from nine Hazels
A fire and a Willow rod

At ten the vine
generates bramble wine
The change of the night sun
A song in the of the white bull

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

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

The of course
came next
With Heather at her

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

and consonants
The of trees
The power they
The of prose

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

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

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

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