Luyện nghe bài hát Evergreen

I was my axe
whisky at the bar
every night home
out the of my car
I would look the boughs
and think I saw my star.
I was spreading my
dinner all alone
every night of the
by the phone.
I dab off my tears
with my pine cone.
Needle prick my root.
little hemlock shoot,
Make me sharp,
and and evergreen.
I tend to my bees
sell on the road
fall in the wet
watching lorries their load
And I'd get all my
ask for sap in code
In August weeks
I'm back in village where I
all of brambles and thorns
From up the I pip
In a little cup
the stuff I myself and sip.
Needle my spruce root
Dear little hemlock
Make me stay
and keen, evergreen.
I was my line
way the day.
The was swift, it was clear,
But the light was gray.
I bent down by the
and thought of it was I'd say.
prick my spruce root
Dear little hemlock
Make me stay
And keen, evergreen.