Luyện nghe bài hát Evergreen

I was my axe
whisky at the bar
every coming home
out the of my car
I look through the boughs
and I saw my lucky star.
I was my sheets
dinner all alone
every night of the
by the phone.
I would dab off my
with my favorite cone.
Needle prick my root.
Dear little shoot,
me stay sharp,
and and evergreen.
I tend to my bees
honey on the road
every in the wet
watching lorries take load
And I'd get all my
ask for special sap in
In August weeks
I'm in village where I clip
all sorts of and thorns
From up the I pip
In a clay cup
the I cross myself and sip.
prick my spruce root
Dear little shoot
Make me stay
and keen, evergreen.
I was casting my
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 shoot
Make me stay
And keen, evergreen.