Luyện nghe bài hát Green Man

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

I'm the man
The man

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

I'm the man
The man

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

breath of filthy snow
Be frosted paths to the
Have my lips turned purple
is coming to an end
So says me, me wiccan
Nature coming full

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

I'm the man
The man

I'm the man
The man