Luyện nghe bài hát White Willow

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

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

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

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

In my life I've always prayed, the ancients acting 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
the full moon comes out and the wind whispers in my ear
Ask for white willow the silver lake

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 my life with truth

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

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

Back to my world, I return
The birds cry out, the old king has
With tears in my eyes, I my heritage
Now I am to be new

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

power light was flowing down my eyes like waters from the falls
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 can't bear to know the of the truth

And there it stands, the only white willow
With golden leaves and a old voice
He embraced me, as rock
And he me, gaze at the stars

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