Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

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

The wind had scattered
white leaves upon the ground
Not leaves like leaves 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
From where come snow white leaves
With such strange marks upon these
Not even the wise owl put them there
So strange these white leaves"

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

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

see these marks and they understand
The in the heart of the far off man
The enemies hear them
Sequoia's father, "Son
They bad medicine on these talking leaves
Leave things to them"

Sequoia walking lightly
Followed his father
But so was he
If the white man on leaves
Why not the

Vanished his father's face
Sequoia went from to place
But he could not
Year after year he 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 would
That the Indian's thoughts could be written
Just as the white there on the ground
And he left us these leaves