Luyện nghe bài hát Evergreen

I was my axe
drunk at the bar
night coming home
out the of my car
I would look through the
and I saw my lucky star.
I was my sheets
dinner all alone
every of the week
by the phone.
I dab off my tears
with my favorite cone.
Needle prick my root.
little hemlock shoot,
Make me sharp,
and and evergreen.
I would tend to my
sell honey on the
fall in the wet
watching lorries take their
And I'd get all my
ask for special sap in
In three weeks
I'm back in village I clip
all of brambles and thorns
From up the I pip
In a clay cup
the I cross myself and sip.
Needle prick my spruce
Dear little hemlock
Make me stay
and keen, evergreen.
I was casting my
way the day.
The was swift, it was clear,
But the was getting gray.
I bent down by the
and thought of it was I'd say.
prick my spruce root
Dear little hemlock
Make me sharp
And keen, evergreen.