Luyện nghe bài hát Shifting Whispering Sands

I discovered the valley of the shifting, sands
prospecting for gold in one of our western states
I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling tanks
The bones of cattle and burrows, picked clean by
Bleached by the sun

I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard covered by the sands
And stopping to rest, I heard a tinkling, sound
And suddenly realized that though the wind was quiet
The sand did not lie

I to be surrounded by a mystery
So and oppressive, I could scarcely breathe
For days and weeks I wandered in this valley
Seeking to the many questions
raced through my fevered mind
Where was Why the white bones, the dry wells?

The valley where people must have lived and died
Finally, I could go no farther, my and water gone
I sat down and my face in my hands
And resting thus, I learnt the secret of the shifting, whispering

How I escaped the valley, I do not know
But now to pay my final debt for spared
I must you what I learned out there on the desert
So many ago

When the day is oddly
And the breeze not to blow
One would think the sand was
But you'll find, is not so

It is whispering, softly
As it slowly along
And for those who stop and
It will this mournful song

Of sidewinders and the toads
Of the thorny
In the sunny days and moonlight
The coyote's yell

How the stars seem you touch them
As you lay and on high
At the heavens where hoping
We'll be going we die