Luyện nghe bài hát Sticks That Made Thunder

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

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

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

When the light again
was death on the wind
As the buzzards way for the worms
And the little white trees that bend in the breeze
For the ones that will return

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

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

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

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 number lay