Luyện nghe bài hát Shifting Whispering Sands

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

I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard nearly covered by the
And stopping to rest, I heard a tinkling, whispering
And suddenly that even though the wind was quiet
The did not lie still

I seemed to be by a mystery
So and oppressive, I could scarcely breathe
For days and I wandered aimlessly in this valley
answers to the many questions
That raced through my mind
was everyone? Why the white bones, the dry wells?

The barren valley people must have lived and died
Finally, I go no farther, my food and water gone
I sat and buried my face in my hands
And thus, I learnt the secret of the shifting, whispering sands

How I escaped from the valley, I do not
But now to pay my debt for being spared
I must tell you I learned out there on the desert
So years ago

the day is oddly quiet
And the breeze seems not to
One think the sand was resting
But you'll find, is not so

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

Of and the horn toads
Of the thorny
In the sunny and moonlight nights
The lonely yell

How the seem you could touch them
As you lay and gaze on
At the where we're hoping
We'll be going we die