Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

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

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

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

His shielding his concern
Resenting the knowledge Sequoia
Crumbled the snow white
He said, "When I explain then done
These are leaves, my son
The white talking leaves"

The white man a berry of black and red
And an eagle's 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 knows what's in his

They see these marks and they
The truth in the of the far off man
The can't hear them
Sequoia's father, "Son
They bad medicine on these talking leaves
Leave 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 place to place
But he not forget
Year year he worked on and on
finally he cut into stone
The alphabet

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