Luyện nghe bài hát Green Man

Spring won't come, the of strife to struggle
To be from hard ground
The mists that creep and crawl
Will drench me in dew and so

I'm the man
The man

Sol in prime sweet
Cast shadows of on my face
A midday sun, it's hues
Refracting within the still

I'm the man
The man

Autumn in her dress
Of orange, brown, gold leaves
My of the frigid night
I worship, pray to on my

Winter's breath of snow
Be frosted to the unknown
Have my lips true purple
is coming to an end
So me, me wiccan friend
Nature full circle

Winter's breath of snow
Be frosted paths to the
Have my lips turned purple
is coming to an end
So me, me wiccan friend
Nature coming full

I'm the man
The man

I'm the man
The man