Luyện nghe bài hát White Willow

At night I heard the owls say find the truth the stars
You'll have to travel back to heaths of
The entrance to the oak woods will be to you

A king tell you to ride until
The leaves on the trees black color turn to green
There to find the oak woods I seek the old oaks still speak

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

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

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

Searching for the that was promised to me
Then the full moon out and the wind whispers in my ear
Ask for white willow near the lake

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

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

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

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

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

power light was flowing down my eyes like waters from the falls
White willow filled my heart 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 know the nature of the

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

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