Luyện nghe bài hát Sticks That Made Thunder

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

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

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

the light came again
There was death on the
As the buzzards made way for the
And the little white trees that bend in the breeze
For the ones will never return

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

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

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

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