Luyện nghe bài hát Trumpeter Swan

Will you wipe the from your hands and look this way?
Perfect, now hold your apron by your
Perfect, no, no, hair's just fine

Will you let me paint you? I'll take pride
Many sorrows, many ways life be kinder
But you laugh a lot, is still a surprise
Meeting you and greeting you is an armful
Oceans of love, crinkling in eyes

Neck white and eager, my swan
through the ferns the fronds
We feel your
Oh, trumpeter swan, oh, on

Now I see you kneeling the fiddle-heads
And at the side of the pond
Weaving 13 magic flaxen for 13 brother swans
And never once in your sweet

Do you ever maybe you might fail
In your unknowing way love is strong
Me, I fear the 13 brother swans are
Me, I them when they've gone

But you will never for we will rearrange
The ferns and fronds to you
The devil makes us see more and you see more
But somehow you go

Neck white and eager, my trumpeter
through the ferns the fronds
We feel your
Oh, trumpeter swan, oh, on

When I think of you, I of Christmas
Of oranges and on the mantelpiece
Of red and and velvets
Of stars that on the Christmas tree

I don't know if swans are immortal
But if ever from this pond you should fly
The reason would be, the would be
You were loved too by them by I

Neck white and eager, my trumpeter
Gliding the ferns the fronds
We feel your
Oh, swan, oh, love on