Luyện nghe bài hát Antoine

So still the green and plain in icy spring
They young French convent in white singing
He took the young Antoine not without a blush
He the priest the good book the bread and cup

And took him the voices hanging in the silver space
Not till he'd reached the rim did he look down
On the gentle breathing in the sun
Seeing the slope where she lived he spoke her name

In love beyond his years he saw the come down
And knew would be many mists
look through for this mountain star
Ah, if you'd me there hiding in the orchard

Rejoicing in my salt tears
to my heart the beauty of a sad song
Needing, you