Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

Sequoia's winters were
Silent spirit clean
He walked at his father's
the smoking battle ground
Where red and white men lay all
So many here had

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

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

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

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

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

Then walking lightly
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 could not
Year year he worked on and on
Till finally he cut stone
The alphabet

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