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 will be revealed to you

A will tell you to ride until
The leaves on the trees from black 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 leave their
To grasslands of joy, bestowed to oak woods

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

In my life I've always prayed, the ancients acting 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 that was to me
Then the full moon comes out and the wind in my ear
Ask for willow near the silver lake

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

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

The wise old tree, twice to me and he said
Bring truth to the ones 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
tears in my eyes, I follow my heritage
Now I am to be new

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

Green power light was flowing down my like waters from the falls
White willow my heart with lore, I now recall, recall
The black horizons once I saw, now turn to as I pass by
And now I know why man bear to know the nature of the truth

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

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