Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Pine

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

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

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

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

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