Luyện nghe bài hát Shifting Whispering Sands

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

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

I seemed to be surrounded by a
So heavy and oppressive, I could breathe
For days and weeks I aimlessly in this valley
Seeking to the many questions
That raced through my fevered
Where was everyone? Why the bones, the dry wells?

The barren valley where people must have and died
Finally, I go no farther, my food and water gone
I sat down and buried my face in my
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 debt for being
I must tell you I learned out there on the desert
So many ago

When the day is oddly
And the seems not to blow
One would the sand was resting
But find, this is not so

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

Of and the horn toads
Of the chaparral
In the days and moonlight nights
The coyote's lonely

How the stars you could touch them
As you lay and on high
At the heavens we're hoping
We'll be when we die