🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Apple Blossom - Esperanza Spalding

 Mother of the 
 Her branches’  slipping,
  yawning open,
 welcome by an  man.
  greets them fondly
 with memories  when
 her  were arms that held him
 as a  man.
  they would marvel at
  birth of Springtime.
 
 Now he stands beneath the  blossoms
 every year where they used to go 
 And he tells Her about the summer and the 
 The winter  his heart,
 And  Apple blossoms.
 
 In summer they would 
 Of  three and smile,
 imagining how 
 as the apples on the 
 
 That fall, they  and waited.
 
 But winter came  soon
 before their seed  bloom.
 She wilted  the chill.
 And all felt  and still.
 
 Now  stands beneath the apple blossoms
 every year where they use to  walking.
 And he  Her about the summer and the autumn,
 The  in his heart,
  their Apple blossoms.
 
 As he opened the after, as she 
 He prayed heaven would  waiting to meet her.
 He kisses her cold cheek 
 But he couldn’t  the hope of staying solace
 So  her fallen hands he placed a seed
 from their  tree
 and he  her to rest
 ‘neath  blanket of white
  they’d meet again in the springtime.
 
 Now he stands beneath  apple blossoms,
 Every year where they used to  walking.
 Walking:
 
  from above she’s always watching
 But her body  ‘neath the apple blossoms.
 Apple blossoms.
 Blossom.
 Blossom.
 Blossom.
 
 Mother of the 
 The slipping bud  cradles,
 Slowly, [they] 
 “Welcome, by an  man,”
 He greets them 
 Fondly----
 beneath the  blossoms.