Luyện nghe bài hát Green Man

Spring won't come, the need of to struggle
To be freed from hard
The evenings mists creep and crawl
drench me in dew and so drown

I'm the man
The man

Sol in sweet summertime
shadows of doubt 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 fallen
My mistress of the frigid
I worship, pray to on my

Winter's breath of snow
Be frosted paths to the
my lips turned true purple
Life is to an end
So says me, me friend
Nature coming circle

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

I'm the man
The man

I'm the man
The man