Luyện nghe bài hát White Willow

At night I heard the owls say find the truth the stars
have to travel back to heaths of green
The to the oak woods will be revealed to you

A king will you to ride until
The on the trees 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
the dark you'll have to travel on a field of green
Through time dark landscapes leave their
To of joy, bestowed to ancient oak woods

I stand astonished by green, light of power covers me
To understand the nature of man, I have now to speak with the
Speak with the

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

Searching for the answer was promised to me
the full moon comes out and the wind whispers in my ear
Ask for white willow near the lake

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

And there it stands the only willow tree
He me and he told me to gaze at the stars

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

Back to my world, home I
The birds cry out, the old 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 with his knowledge opened up my
The of the world I had before was based upon the lies
White willow taught me how to live my life with

Green power light was flowing down my eyes like waters from the
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 why man can't bear to know the nature of the truth

And there it stands, the only willow tree
With leaves and a sweet old voice
He embraced me, hard as
And he me, gaze at the stars

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