Luyện nghe bài hát White Willow

At night I heard the owls say find the truth beneath the
have to travel back to heaths of green
The entrance to the oak will be revealed to you

A king will tell you to until
The leaves on the trees from color 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 you'll have to travel on a field of green
Through time dark leave their place
To grasslands of joy, bestowed to ancient oak

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

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

Searching for the that was promised to me
the full moon comes out and the wind whispers in my ear
Ask for white near 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 I had before 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
truth to the ones that you trust
And make them believe that I exist
So he closed his eyes and we traveled home

Back to my world, home I
The birds cry out, the old 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 flames of times
White willow with his knowledge opened up my
The vision of the I had before was based upon the lies
White willow taught me how to my life with truth

Green power light was flowing down my eyes like from the falls
White willow filled my heart with lore, I now recall,
The black horizons once I saw, now turn to white as I by
And now I know why man can't bear to know the nature of the

And there it stands, the only white willow
golden leaves and a sweet old voice
He embraced me, hard as
And he told me, gaze at the

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