Luyện nghe bài hát Mister Pine (Live at The Troubadour)

An icicle feast for my eyes;
lacing, and floating.
An ice for us to live in, come on,
holding hands under our palace of snow.

Soft hushed it goes in and out, in and out
Frost the window pane up and down, up and down.

Pale blue frosted for us to feed on,
bright eyes always shining glowing.
Icicles from our fingertips.

hushed breath it goes in and out, in and out
Frost the window pane up and down, up and down

Follow the crystal air to the village
where people made of gumdrops you;
mornings Mr. Pine.