Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Pine

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

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

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

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

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