Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

Sequoia's winters were
Silent spirit clean
He at his father's side
Across the smoking battle
Where red and men lay all around
So many had died

The wind had scattered
Snow white upon the ground
Not leaves like leaves from
said, "What can this be?"
"What's the strange thing I see?"
"From come leaves like these?"

Sequoia turned to his father's
And he said, "Father you're
From where come snow white leaves
such strange marks upon these squares
Not even the wise owl could put there
So strange these snow leaves"

His father shielding his
Resenting the knowledge Sequoia
Crumbled the snow leaves
He said, "When I explain it's done
These are leaves, my son
The men's talking leaves"

The white man a berry of black and red
And an feather from the eagle's bed
And he bird track marks
And the marks on the they say
Carry messages to his brother far
And his knows what's in his heart

They see these marks and they
The in the heart of the far off man
The can't hear them
Sequoia's father, "Son
They weave bad medicine on these talking
Leave such to them"

Then Sequoia lightly
Followed his father
But so was he
If the white man on leaves
Why not the

from his father's face
Sequoia went from to place
But he could not
after year he worked on and on
Till finally he cut into
The alphabet

Sequoia's hair by now was
His eyes began to their light
But he taught all who believe
That the Indian's thoughts could be written
Just as the white there on the ground
And he us these talking leaves