Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Blossom

Mother of the
Her branches slipping,
Buds, open,
Welcome by an man.
He greets fondly
With memories of
Her bows were arms that held him as a man.
Together, would marvel at
The of Springtime.
Now he stands the apple blossoms
Every year they used to go walking.
And he Her about the summer and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And Apple blossoms.
In they would dream
Of being and smile,
how round,
As the on the ground.
That fall, they and waited.
But winter came too
Before their could bloom.
She wilted the chill.
And all cold and still.
Now he beneath the apple blossoms
Every year they use to go walking.
And he tells Her about the and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And their blossoms.
As he opened the to receive her
he prayed would be waiting to meet her.
He her cold cheek goodbye,
But he surrender the hope they had sired"
So in her fallen hands he a seed from their favorite tree----
And he her to rest beneath the blanket of white
Til they'd meet in the springtime.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms,
Every where they used to go walking.

And from above always watching
But her body lies beneath the blossoms.
blossoms.
Blossom.
Blossom.
Blossom.
Mother of the
her cradle slipping buds
Slowly, unopen.
'Welcome, by an aging
He greets fondly.
Fondly---- her branches slipping buds