Luyện nghe bài hát The Talking Leaves

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

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

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

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

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

They see these marks and they
The in the heart of the far off man
The enemies can't hear
Sequoia's father, "Son
They weave bad medicine on talking leaves
Leave things to them"

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

from his father's face
Sequoia went from to place
But he not forget
Year year he worked on and on
Till he cut into stone
The alphabet

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