Luyện nghe bài hát White Willow

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

A king will you to ride until
The leaves on the trees from black color turn to
There to find the oak woods I seek where the old still speak

At night I heard the old say, to find your journey
Through the dark you'll have to travel on a of green
Through time dark landscapes leave their
To of joy, bestowed 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
Speak the trees

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

for the answer that was promised to me
Then the full moon comes out and the wind in my ear
Ask for white willow the silver lake

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

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

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

Back to my world, I return
The birds cry out, the old king has
With tears in my eyes, I follow my
Now I am to be new

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

Green power light was flowing my eyes like waters from the falls
White willow filled my with lore, I now recall, recall
The black horizons once I saw, now 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 willow
With golden leaves and a sweet old
He me, hard as rock
And he told me, at the stars

In the light I see, the only willow tree
I'm living on, the he shared with me
Sometimes I can see, the good old speaking tree
His voice like ambrosia's deep in me