Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

Sequoia's winters sixteen
Silent tongue spirit
He at his father's side
Across the battle ground
Where red and men lay all around
So many here had

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

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

His father his concern
the knowledge Sequoia yearned
Crumbled the snow leaves
He said, "When I explain then done
are talking 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 on the leaves they say
Carry messages to his far away
And his brother knows what's in his

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

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

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

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