Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Blossom

Mother of the
Her branches slipping,
Buds, open,
by an aging man.
He them fondly
memories of when
Her bows were arms that him as a younger man.
Together, they marvel at
The of Springtime.
Now he beneath the apple blossoms
Every year where used to go walking.
And he tells Her the summer 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 came too
Before seed could bloom.
She wilted the chill.
And all cold and still.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms
Every year 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 earth to her
he prayed heaven would be to meet her.
He kisses her cold goodbye,
But he couldn't the hope they had sired"
So in her hands he placed 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 beneath the apple blossoms,
Every year 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 slipping buds
Slowly, unopen.
'Welcome, by an aging
He them fondly.
Fondly---- her branches cradle buds