Luyện nghe bài hát Sticks That Made Thunder

My are deeper than the bones, the others
My that change with the sun
My branches, were
anything on the hillside
On the day I watched them all come

Some wear the of the sky in the winter
Some, were as as the night
They came a storm with the light of the morn
And they fell through the day and night

Colors flew high and they in the sky
As I watched come over the hill
Then to my wonder, sticks made thunder
Such a great number lay

When the came again
There was death on the
As the made way for the worms
And the little white that dont bend in the breeze
For the that will never return

Colors flew and they danced in the sky
As I watched them over the hill
to my wonder, sticks that made thunder
Such a number lay still

Those that have fallen, come when I call
And answer the that they can
But all they can see is they used to be
And thats all that they

Colors flew high and they in the sky
As I them come over the hill
to my wonder, sticks that made thunder
Such a great number lay

Colors high and they danced in the sky
As I watched come over the hill
Then to my wonder, sticks that thunder
a great number lay still