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 of when
bows were arms that him
as a younger man.
Together, they would marvel at
the birth of Springtime.

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

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

That fall, they loved and waited.

But winter came too soon
before their 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 he 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 heaven would be waiting to meet her.
He her cold cheek goodbye,
But he couldn’t surrender the hope of staying solace
So in her fallen hands he placed a seed
their favorite tree
and he laid her to rest
‘neath the blanket of white
‘til they’d meet again in the springtime.

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

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

Blossom.

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