Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Pine

An icicle for my watery eyes;
lacing, and floating.
An ice castle for us to in, come on,
we're hands under our palace of snow.

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

Pale frosted cakes for us to feed on,
eyes always shining always glowing.
Icicles hanging our fingertips.

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

the crystal air to the snowflake village
where made of gumdrops greet you;
mornings Mr. Pine.