Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Blossom

Mother of the
Her cradle slipping,
Buds, open,
Welcome by an man.
He greets fondly
With memories of
Her bows were arms that held him as a man.
Together, they would at
The of Springtime.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms
Every year where they 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, they and waited.
But winter too soon
their seed could bloom.
She wilted the chill.
And all felt and still.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms
year where they use to go walking.
And he Her about the summer and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And their blossoms.
As he the earth to receive her
he prayed heaven would be waiting to her.
He kisses her cold goodbye,
But he couldn't surrender the they had sired"
So in her fallen hands he placed a seed from their tree----
And he laid her to rest beneath the of white
Til meet again in the springtime.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms,
Every where they used to go walking.

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