Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vanished from his face
Sequoia went from place to
But he not forget
Year after year he on and on
Till he cut into stone
The alphabet

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