Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

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

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

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

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

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

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 weave bad medicine on talking leaves
Leave things to them"

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

from his father's face
Sequoia went from place to
But he could not
Year after year he on and on
Till he cut into stone
The Cherokee

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 men's there on the ground
And he left us these leaves