Luyện nghe bài hát Sticks That Made Thunder

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

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

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

When the came again
was death on the wind
As the buzzards way for the worms
And the little white that dont bend in the breeze
For the ones will never return

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

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

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

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