Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

Sequoia's were sixteen
Silent spirit clean
He walked at his side
Across the smoking battle
red and white men lay all around
So many here had

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

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

His father shielding his
Resenting the knowledge 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 a berry of black and red
And an eagle's feather from the bed
And he bird track marks
And the marks on the leaves say
Carry messages to his 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 hear them
Sequoia's father, "Son
They bad medicine on these talking leaves
such things to them"

Then Sequoia lightly
Followed his father
But so was he
If the man talks 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 alphabet

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