Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

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

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

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

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

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

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

At ten the vine
That generates bramble
The constant of the night sun
A in the blood of the white bull

Our of love
The of Trees
We fought by side
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 could insert
"A" was for the Fir

The Firs of
Then next
Heather at her most

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

and consonants
The of trees
The they hold
The of prose

So when the
to twist the old myths
They built their own of Babel
Ulster to Munster

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

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

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