Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

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

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

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

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

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

see these marks and they understand
The truth in the of the far off man
The enemies can't them
Said father, "Son
They weave bad on these talking leaves
Leave such to them"

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

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

Sequoia's by now was white
His eyes began to lose their
But he all who would believe
That the thoughts could be written down
Just as the white men's on the ground
And he left us these talking