Luyện nghe bài hát Shifting Whispering Sands

I the valley of the shifting, whispering sands
While prospecting for in one of our western states
I saw the silent windmills, the water tanks
The bones of cattle and burrows, clean by buzzards
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 even the wind was quiet
The did not lie still

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

The barren valley where people have 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 debt for being
I must tell you what I learned out on the desert
So years ago

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

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

Of sidewinders and the horn
Of the chaparral
In the sunny days and moonlight
The lonely yell

How the seem you could touch them
As you lay and gaze on
At the heavens we're hoping
be going when we die