Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From Ivy leaves is an ale can unveil
The meanings and serpents
Only revealed through
Yes could insert
"A" was for the Fir

The of course
Then next
Heather at her most

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

Vowels and
The power of
The they hold
The power of

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

The gave way then
To the
The turns her will
So that night day

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

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