Luyện nghe bài hát Sticks That Made Thunder

My roots are than the bones, the others
My colors that change the sun
My branches, were
Than anything on the
On the day that I watched all come

Some the color of the sky in the winter
Some, as blue as the night
They came a storm with the light of the morn
And they fell the whole day and night

Colors flew high and danced in the sky
As I watched them come the hill
Then to my wonder, that made thunder
Such a great lay still

When the light again
There was death on the
As the buzzards way for the worms
And the little white trees that dont bend in the
For the ones will never return

flew high and they danced in the sky
As I watched them over the hill
Then to my wonder, that made thunder
Such a number lay still

Those that have fallen, when I call them
And answer the best they can
But all they can see is they used to be
And thats all they understand

flew high and they danced in the sky
As I watched them over the hill
Then to my wonder, that made thunder
Such a number lay still

Colors flew high and danced in the sky
As I them come over the hill
to my wonder, sticks that made thunder
Such a number lay still