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 of green
The entrance to the oak woods be revealed to you

A king will tell you to until
The leaves on the from black color turn to green
There to find the oak woods I seek where the old oaks still

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 landscapes their place
To grasslands of joy, bestowed to ancient oak

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

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

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

The fire in my heart was burning like the flames of times
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 my life with truth

And there it stands the only willow tree
He me and he told me to gaze at the stars

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

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

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

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

And there it stands, the white willow 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 willow tree
I'm living on, the he shared with me
Sometimes I can see, the good old speaking tree
His voice like ambrosia's flowing in me