Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Blossom

Mother of the
Her branches slipping,
Buds, open,
by an aging man.
He greets them
With memories of
Her bows arms that held him as a younger man.
Together, they would at
The of Springtime.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms
Every year they used to go walking.
And he Her about the summer and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And their blossoms.
In summer they dream
Of being and smile,
how round,
As the on the ground.
That fall, they and waited.
But came too soon
Before seed could bloom.
She wilted 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 Apple blossoms.
As he opened the earth to her
he prayed heaven would be to meet her.
He kisses her cold goodbye,
But he couldn't surrender the they had sired"
So in her fallen hands he placed a from their favorite tree----
And he her to rest beneath the blanket of white
Til meet again in the springtime.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms,
year where they used to go walking.

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