Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then Sequoia walking
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 year he worked on and on
Till finally he cut into
The Cherokee

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