Luyện nghe bài hát Shifting Whispering Sands

I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering
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 though the was quiet
The did not lie still

I seemed to be by a mystery
So heavy and oppressive, I could breathe
For days and weeks I wandered aimlessly in valley
Seeking to the many questions
That raced my fevered mind
was everyone? 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 face in my
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 what I learned out there on the
So many ago

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

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

Of and the horn toads
Of the thorny
In the sunny and moonlight nights
The lonely yell

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