Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Of Trees

Our of love
The Battle of
We fought by side
No one had

Sharper consonants you, love
And my vowels, well, trusted

First the Birch
Rowan by the Ash
Then the Alder she forms
And merges with

The blossoms
As the Oak the door
She is the on which the year swings
He courts the lightning and her

the spirits
Through
You said the Thunder God seems to
And our enemies are the
But we the Furies held the Holly sacred

We were
In a circle of words drawn
With wisdom sent nine Hazels
A Rowan and a Willow rod

At ten the vine
generates bramble wine
The constant change of the sun
A in the blood of the white bull

Our language of
The Battle of
We fought side by
No one had
Sharper than you, love
And my vowels, well, trusted

Ivy leaves is an ale that can unveil
The hidden and serpents
Only through visions
Yes could insert
"A" was for the Fir

The Firs of
came next
With at her most

The White Poplar's gift to the souls of the
A promise it was not the end
But for the the "U", it's coffer

Vowels and
The of trees
The they hold
The of prose

So when the
Began to twist the old
They built their own of Babel
From Ulster to

The Reed way then
To the
The Earth her will
So that night day

From dawn to
Fom Winter to
At day the Ash had power over the

Our of love
The of Trees
We fought by side
Then he to me:
"I've bullets and even poisoned arrows
to be foiled by the blade of a vowel"