Luyện nghe bài hát White Willow

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

A king will tell you to until
The leaves on the trees from black turn to green
There to find the oak I seek where the old oaks still speak

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

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

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

Searching for the answer was promised to me
Then the full 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 times
White willow with his opened up my eyes
The vision of the world I had was based upon the lies
White willow taught me how to live my life truth

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

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

Back to my world, home I
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 heart was burning like the flames of times
White with his knowledge opened up my eyes
The vision of the world I had before was based upon the
White willow me how to live my life with truth

Green power light was flowing down my eyes like waters from the
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 to know the nature of the truth

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

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