Luyện nghe bài hát Shifting Whispering Sands

I discovered the valley of the shifting, 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 clean by
Bleached by the sun

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

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

The valley where people must have lived and died
Finally, I go no farther, my food and water gone
I sat down and buried my 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 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 think the sand was
But find, this is not so

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

Of sidewinders and the horn
Of the thorny
In the days and moonlight nights
The lonely yell

How the stars seem you touch them
As you lay and gaze on
At the heavens where hoping
be going when we die