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 to the oak woods will be revealed to you

A king will tell you to until
The leaves on the trees from black color to green
There to find the oak woods I seek where the old 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 landscapes leave their
To grasslands of joy, to ancient oak woods

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

In my life I've always prayed, the ancients acting with honesty
This is to face the truth, so here I go
Running through the woods, I question plant and every 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 ancient
White willow with his knowledge up my eyes
The vision of the world I had was based upon the lies
White willow taught me how to live my life with

And it stands the only white willow tree
He embraced me and he told me to at the stars

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

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

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

Green power light was flowing down my eyes waters from the falls
willow filled 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 only white tree
With leaves and a sweet old voice
He embraced me, as rock
And he me, gaze at the stars

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