Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Pine

An feast for my watery eyes;
lacing, and floating.
An ice castle for us to live in, on,
we're holding 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 cakes for us to on,
eyes always shining always glowing.
Icicles hanging our fingertips.

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

the crystal air to the snowflake village
where people made of gumdrops greet
Merry Mr. Pine.