Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

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

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

comes the Birch
Rowan by the Ash
Then through the she forms
And merges Willow

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

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

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

At ten the vine
generates bramble wine
The constant change of the sun
A song in the blood of the bull

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

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

The Firs of
Then next
With at her most

The Poplar's gift to the souls 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 hold
The of prose

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

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

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

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