Luyện nghe bài hát Shifting Whispering Sands

I discovered the 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 cattle and burrows, picked by buzzards
Bleached by the sun

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of sidewinders and the toads
Of the chaparral
In the sunny days and nights
The lonely yell

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