🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Apple Blossom - Esperanza Spalding

 Mother of  Spring,
 Her branches’  slipping,
 Buds, yawning 
  by an aging man.
 He greets  fondly
 with  of when
 her bows were arms  held him
 as a  man.
 Together,  would marvel at
 the  of Springtime.
 
  he stands beneath the apple blossoms
 every year where they used  go walking.
 And he tells  about the summer and the autumn,
 The winter in his 
 And their  blossoms.
 
 In summer  would dream
  being three and smile,
 imagining how 
 as the  on the ground.
 
 That  they loved and waited.
 
 But winter  too soon
 before their seed could 
 She wilted  the chill.
  all felt cold and still.
 
 Now  stands beneath the apple blossoms
 every year where they  to go walking.
 And he tells Her about  summer and the autumn,
 The  in his heart,
  their Apple blossoms.
 
 As he opened the after, as she 
 He prayed  would be waiting to meet her.
 He kisses her cold cheek 
 But he couldn’t surrender the hope  staying solace
  in her fallen hands he placed a seed
 from their favorite 
 and he laid her to 
 ‘neath the blanket  white
 ‘til they’d meet again in  springtime.
 
 Now he stands beneath  apple blossoms,
 Every year where they used  go walking.
 Walking:
 
 And from above she’s  watching
 But her body lies ‘neath the  blossoms.
 Apple blossoms.
 Blossom.
 Blossom.
 Blossom.
 
 Mother of  Spring
 The slipping  she cradles,
 Slowly, [they] 
 “Welcome,  an aging man,”
 He  them fondly.
 Fondly----
 beneath  apple blossoms.