Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

Sequoia's winters sixteen
Silent tongue spirit
He walked at his father's
the smoking battle ground
Where red and men lay all around
So many had died

The wind had around
Snow white leaves upon the
Not leaves like from trees
Sequoia said, "What can be?"
"What's the strange here I see?"
"From where come leaves these?"

Sequoia 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 wise owl put them there
So strange snow white leaves"

His father his concern
the knowledge Sequoia yearned
Crumbled the white leaves
He said, "When I explain 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 from the eagle's bed
And he makes track marks
And the marks on the they say
Carry messages to his brother far
And his brother what's in his heart

see these marks and they understand
The in the heart of the far off man
The can't hear them
Said father, "Son
They weave bad on these talking leaves
Leave such to them"

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

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

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