Luyện nghe bài hát Sticks That Made Thunder

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

Some wear the 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 through the whole day and

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

When the came again
There was on the wind
As the made way for the worms
And the little trees that dont bend in the breeze
For the ones that will never

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

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

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

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