Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

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

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

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

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

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

They see these marks and they
The truth in the of the far off man
The enemies hear them
Said father, "Son
They weave bad medicine on these leaves
Leave such to them"

Then Sequoia lightly
Followed his father
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 not forget
Year after year he on and on
Till he cut into stone
The alphabet

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