Luyện nghe bài hát White Willow

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

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

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

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

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

Searching for the answer was promised to me
Then the full moon comes out and the whispers in my ear
Ask for white willow the silver 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 before was based the lies
White willow taught me how to live my with truth

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

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

Back to my world, I return
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 like the flames of ancient times
White willow with his 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 with lore, I now recall, recall
The horizons once I saw, now turn to white as I pass by
And now I know why man bear 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 me, gaze at the stars

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