Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

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

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

First comes the
Rowan by the Ash
Then through the Alder she
And merges with

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

Summoning the
Through
You said the Thunder God seems to
And our enemies are the
But we knew the Furies held the sacred

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

At ten comes the
That bramble wine
The constant of the night sun
A song in the of the white bull

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

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

The Firs of
Then next
With at her most

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

and consonants
The of trees
The power hold
The of prose

So the church
Began to the old myths
They their own Tower of Babel
Ulster to Munster

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

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

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