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 were arms that held him as a younger man.
Together, would marvel at
The of Springtime.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms
Every where they used to go walking.
And he tells Her about the and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And Apple blossoms.
In summer they would
Of being and smile,
how round,
As the on the ground.
That fall, loved and waited.
But winter too soon
Before their could bloom.
She from the chill.
And all cold and still.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms
year where they use to go walking.
And he tells Her the summer and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And Apple blossoms.
As he opened the to receive her
he heaven would be waiting to meet her.
He her cold cheek goodbye,
But he couldn't surrender the they had sired"
So in her fallen hands he a seed from their favorite tree----
And he laid her to beneath the blanket of white
Til they'd again in the springtime.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms,
Every where they used to go walking.

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