Luyện nghe bài hát White Willow

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

A king will you to ride 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 I heard the old king say, to find your journey
Through the dark you'll have to travel on a of green
Through time dark landscapes their place
To grasslands of joy, bestowed to ancient oak

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

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

Searching for the answer that was to me
Then the moon comes out and the wind whispers in my ear
Ask for white near the silver lake

The in my heart was burning like the flames 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 taught me how to live my life truth

And it stands the only 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, I return
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 of ancient 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 life with

power light was flowing down my eyes like waters from the falls
White willow filled my heart with lore, I now recall,
The black horizons 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 old voice
He embraced me, as rock
And he told me, gaze at the

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