Luyện nghe bài hát Shifting Whispering Sands

I discovered the valley of the shifting, sands
While prospecting for gold in one of our western
I saw the silent windmills, the water tanks
The bones of cattle and burrows, clean by buzzards
by the desert 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 heavy and oppressive, I could breathe
For days and I wandered aimlessly in this valley
Seeking to the many questions
raced through my fevered mind
Where was Why the white bones, the dry wells?

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

How I from the valley, I do not know
But now to pay my final 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 think the sand was resting
But you'll find, is not so

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

Of sidewinders and the toads
Of the chaparral
In the sunny and moonlight nights
The coyote's lonely

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