Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

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

The had scattered around
Snow white leaves upon the
Not leaves like leaves from
Sequoia said, "What can be?"
"What's the thing here I see?"
"From come leaves like these?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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