Luyện nghe bài hát Evergreen

I was my axe
whisky at the bar
every night home
out the of my car
I look through the boughs
and I saw my lucky star.
I was spreading my
dinner all alone
every of the week
by the phone.
I would dab off my
my favorite pine cone.
Needle prick my root.
Dear little shoot,
me stay sharp,
and and evergreen.
I tend to my bees
sell honey on the
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 I clip
all of brambles and thorns
From up the I pip
In a clay cup
the stuff I myself and sip.
prick my spruce root
Dear hemlock shoot
me stay sharp
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 of what it was I'd say.
Needle prick my root
little hemlock shoot
Make me sharp
And keen, evergreen.