Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Apple Blossom

Mother of the Spring,
Her branches’ cradle slipping,
Buds, yawning open,
welcome by an aging man.
He greets them fondly
with memories when
her bows were arms that held him
as a younger man.
Together, they would marvel at
the birth of Springtime.

Now he stands beneath the apple
every year where they used to go walking.
And he tells Her about the summer and the autumn,
winter in his heart,
And their Apple blossoms.

In summer they would dream
Of being and smile,
imagining how round,
as the apples on the ground.

That fall, they loved and waited.

But winter came too soon
before their seed could bloom.
She wilted from the chill.
And all felt cold and still.

Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
every year where they use to walking.
And tells Her about the summer and the autumn,
The winter in his heart,
And their Apple blossoms.

As he opened the after, as she fell
He prayed heaven would be waiting to meet her.
He kisses her cold cheek goodbye,
But he couldn’t the hope of staying solace
So in her fallen hands he placed a seed
from their favorite tree
and he laid her to rest
‘neath the blanket of white
‘til they’d meet again in the springtime.

Now he beneath the apple blossoms,
Every year where they used to walking.
Walking:

And from above she’s always watching
But her body lies ‘neath the apple blossoms.
Apple blossoms.
Blossom.
Blossom.
Blossom.

Mother of the
The slipping bud she cradles,
Slowly, [they] unopen.
“Welcome, by an aging man,”
He greets them fondly.
Fondly----
beneath the apple blossoms.