Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Blossom

Mother of the
Her branches slipping,
Buds, open,
by an aging man.
He greets fondly
memories of when
Her bows were arms that him as a younger man.
Together, they would at
The of Springtime.
Now he stands the apple blossoms
Every year where they to go walking.
And he Her about the summer and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And Apple blossoms.
In summer they would
Of being and smile,
how round,
As the on the ground.
That fall, they and waited.
But winter came too
Before their seed bloom.
She from the chill.
And all cold and still.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms
Every year where use to go walking.
And he Her about the summer and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And their blossoms.
As he opened the to receive her
he prayed heaven would be waiting to her.
He her cold cheek goodbye,
But he couldn't surrender the hope had sired"
So in her fallen hands he placed a seed from their tree----
And he her to rest beneath the blanket of white
Til they'd again in the springtime.
Now he stands the apple blossoms,
Every year they used to go walking.

And from she's always watching
But her body beneath the apple blossoms.
blossoms.
Blossom.
Blossom.
Blossom.
Mother of the
her branches cradle buds
Slowly, unopen.
'Welcome, by an man'
He them fondly.
Fondly---- her branches cradle slipping