Luyện nghe bài hát Evergreen

I was my axe
drunk at the bar
every night coming
out the of my car
I would look the boughs
and I saw my lucky star.
I was spreading my
took dinner all
every night of the
by the phone.
I would dab off my
with my pine cone.
Needle prick my root.
Dear little shoot,
me stay sharp,
and and evergreen.
I would to my bees
sell on the road
every in the wet
watching lorries take load
And I'd get all my
ask for special sap in
In August three
I'm back in village where I
all sorts of and thorns
up the hill I pip
In a little cup
the I cross 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 by the thistle
and of what it was I'd say.
Needle prick my spruce
Dear hemlock shoot
Make me sharp
And keen, evergreen.