Luyện nghe bài hát Shifting Whispering Sands

I the valley of the shifting, whispering sands
While prospecting for gold in one of our western
I saw the windmills, the crumbling water tanks
The bones of cattle and burrows, picked by buzzards
by the desert sun

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

I seemed to be surrounded by a
So heavy and oppressive, I scarcely breathe
For and weeks I wandered aimlessly in this valley
Seeking answers to the many
That through my fevered mind
was everyone? Why the white bones, the dry wells?

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

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

When the day is quiet
And the breeze seems not to
One would think the was resting
But find, this is not so

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

Of and the horn toads
Of the thorny
In the days and moonlight nights
The coyote's yell

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