Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

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

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

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

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

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

They see these marks and they
The in the heart 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 Sequoia walking
Followed his father
But so was he
If the white man on leaves
Why not the

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

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