Luyện nghe bài hát White Willow

At night I heard the owls say find the truth beneath the
You'll have to travel back to heaths of
The entrance to the oak will be revealed to you

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

At I heard the old king say, to find your journey
Through the dark you'll have to on a field of green
Through time dark landscapes 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 with the trees
with the trees

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

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

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

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

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

Back to my world, I return
The birds cry out, the old king has
With in my eyes, I follow my heritage
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 taught me how to live my life truth

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

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

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