Luyện nghe bài hát Sticks That Made Thunder

My roots are deeper the bones, the others
My colors that change the sun
My branches, higher
Than on the hillside
On the day that I watched them all

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

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

When the came again
was death on the wind
As the buzzards made way for the
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 them come the hill
Then to my wonder, sticks made thunder
Such a number lay still

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

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

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