Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

Our of love
The of Trees
We side by side
No one had

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

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

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

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

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

At ten comes the
That generates wine
The constant 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
consonants than you, love
And my vowels, well, trusted

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

The Firs of
Then came
With Heather at her

The White Poplar's gift to the souls of the
A promise 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
Began to twist the old
They built their own of Babel
From to Munster

The Reed gave way
To the
The Earth her will
So that night day

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

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