Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

Sequoia's winters sixteen
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 around
Snow leaves upon the ground
Not leaves leaves from trees
Sequoia said, "What can be?"
"What's the strange thing I see?"
"From come leaves like these?"

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

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

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

They see these and they understand
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"

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

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

Sequoia's hair by now was
His eyes began to lose light
But he all who would believe
the Indian's thoughts could be written down
Just as the white men's there on the
And he us these talking leaves