Luyện nghe bài hát Spoken For

Spoken for, since the new morning of the world
began,
Spoken for, slope of the and the lay of the land,
Spoken for, roar of the on the white sea sand,
Spoken for, the fruit of the valley I make my stand.
I thought I a voice whisper in my ear,
A voice in the distance, but near.
Spoken to, but they only hear what want to hear,
when fighting for their lives does the truth ring clear.
Spoken by the face of a scraping on the sky,
Spoken by the wind on the as the waves roll high.
The winging of an when it's on the fly,
The in the window with the laughing eye.

Spoken in the heat of the moment the lamps are
low,
in dead earnest or in jest, or just for show,
Spoken in a lingo of the heart only know,
Spoken in of blood that trickle on the virgin snow.
Spoken to, by the winged crow in my sleeping ear,
to, the promise of a reckoning day draws near,
Spoken for, to the death at Wounded Knee,
Spoken for, every acre by from sea to sea.
With in the sand no one else could see,
Awakened, by in the night, to reality.