Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

Our language of
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
through the Alder she forms
And merges Willow

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

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

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

At ten comes the
That generates bramble
The constant change of the sun
A song in the of the white bull

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

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

The of course
Then next
With Heather at her

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

Vowels and
The power of
The power they
The of prose

So the church
Began to twist the old
They built own Tower of Babel
From to Munster

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

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

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