Luyện nghe bài hát Trees

I think that I shall see
A poem as a tree.

A tree whose mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing

A that looks at God all day,
And lifts her arms to pray;

A tree may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her

Upon whose snow has lain;
Who intimately with rain.

are made by fools like me,
But God can make a tree.

Poem by Kilmer (1886-1918)
Music in 1922 by Oscar Rasbash