Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Blossom

Mother of the
Her cradle slipping,
Buds, open,
by an aging man.
He them fondly
With memories of
Her bows were arms that held him as a man.
Together, they marvel at
The of Springtime.
Now he stands the apple blossoms
Every year they used to go walking.
And he tells Her the summer and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And Apple blossoms.
In they would dream
Of three and smile,
how round,
As the on the ground.
That fall, loved and waited.
But winter too soon
Before their could bloom.
She wilted the chill.
And all cold and still.
Now he stands beneath the blossoms
Every year they use to go walking.
And he tells Her about the and the autumn,
The in his heart,
And Apple blossoms.
As he the earth to receive her
he prayed heaven be waiting to meet her.
He kisses her cheek goodbye,
But he couldn't the hope they had sired"
So in her hands he placed a seed from their favorite tree----
And he laid her to rest the blanket of white
Til they'd meet in the springtime.
Now he beneath the apple blossoms,
Every where they used to go walking.

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