Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

Sequoia's winters sixteen
tongue spirit clean
He walked at his father's
Across the battle ground
Where red and white men lay all
So many had died

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

turned to his father's eyes
And he said, "Father wise
where come such snow white leaves
With such strange marks upon these
Not even the owl could put them there
So strange these white leaves"

His shielding his concern
the knowledge Sequoia yearned
Crumbled the snow white
He said, "When I explain then it's
These are leaves, my son
The men's talking leaves"

The man takes a berry of black and red
And an eagle's from the eagle's bed
And he makes track marks
And the marks on the they say
messages to his brother far away
And his brother what's in his heart

They see these marks and understand
The truth in the of the far off man
The enemies can't hear
Said father, "Son
They weave bad medicine on these talking
such things to them"

Then Sequoia walking
Followed his quietly
But so was he
If the man talks on leaves
Why not the

from his father's face
Sequoia went from place to
But he not forget
Year after he worked on and on
Till he cut into stone
The Cherokee

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