Luyện nghe bài hát Shifting Whispering Sands

I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering
prospecting for gold in one of our western states
I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water
The bones of cattle and burrows, picked clean by
by the desert sun

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

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

The barren where people must 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 from the valley, I do not
But now to pay my debt for being spared
I must you what I learned out there on the desert
So years ago

When the day is quiet
And the breeze seems not to
One would think the sand was
But you'll find, is not so

It is whispering, softly
As it moves along
And for who stop 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 seem you could touch them
As you lay and on high
At the heavens where hoping
We'll be going we die