Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Blossom

Mother of the
Her branches slipping,
Buds, open,
Welcome by an man.
He greets fondly
With of when
Her bows were arms that him as a younger man.
Together, would marvel at
The of Springtime.
Now he stands the apple blossoms
Every where they used to go walking.
And he tells Her about the and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And their blossoms.
In summer they would
Of being and smile,
how round,
As the on the ground.
That fall, loved and waited.
But winter came too
Before their could bloom.
She from the chill.
And all felt and still.
Now he stands beneath the apple
year where they use to go walking.
And he tells Her about the and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And their blossoms.
As he the earth to receive her
he heaven would be waiting to meet her.
He kisses her cheek goodbye,
But he couldn't the hope they had sired"
So in her fallen hands he placed a seed from their favorite
And he laid her to rest the blanket of white
Til meet again in the springtime.
Now he stands the apple blossoms,
year where they used to go walking.

And above she's always watching
But her lies beneath the apple blossoms.
blossoms.
Blossom.
Blossom.
Blossom.
Mother of the
her branches cradle buds
Slowly, unopen.
'Welcome, by an aging
He them fondly.
Fondly---- her branches cradle buds