Luyện nghe bài hát White Willow

At night I the owls say find the truth beneath the stars
You'll have to back to heaths of green
The entrance to the oak woods be revealed to you

A king tell you to ride until
The leaves on the from black color turn to green
There to find the oak woods I seek the old oaks still speak

At night I heard the old say, to find your journey
Through the dark you'll to travel on a field of green
Through time dark landscapes leave their
To grasslands of joy, to ancient oak woods

Here I stand astonished by green, light of power me
To the nature of man, I have now to speak with the trees
with the trees

In my life always prayed, the ancients acting with pure honesty
This is time to face the truth, so I go
Running through the woods, I question every plant and tree

Searching for the answer that was to me
Then the full moon comes out and the whispers in my ear
Ask for white near the silver lake

The fire in my heart was burning like the flames of ancient
White willow his knowledge opened up my eyes
The vision of the I had before was based upon the lies
White willow me how to live my life with truth

And there it stands the only white tree
He embraced me and he told me to gaze at the

The old tree, twice spoke to me and he said
truth to the ones that you trust
And make them believe that I still
So he closed his eyes and we traveled home

Back to my world, home I
The cry out, the old king has died
With tears in my eyes, I my heritage
Now I am to be new

The fire in my heart was burning like the of ancient times
White willow his knowledge opened up my eyes
The vision of the world I had was based upon the lies
White willow taught me how to my life with truth

power light was flowing down my eyes like waters from the falls
White willow filled my heart with lore, I now recall,
The black once I saw, now turn to white as I pass by
And now I know why man can't bear to know the nature of the

And there it stands, the only white tree
With golden leaves and a old voice
He me, hard as rock
And he told me, at the stars

In the I still see, the only willow tree
I'm living on, the dream he shared me
Sometimes I can still see, the old speaking tree
His voice like ambrosia's flowing in me