Luyện nghe bài hát Big Sky, MT

My grandfather picks wild flowers at the top of the
Upon the side
And he knows the names by the color, shape, size
Above the ridge and the valleys
Picking by the river side

My grandfather shooting stars,
Prairies smoke lily of the valley grows
Porcelain queen and beauty bathing in the
the ridge and through the valleys
To true love everlasting in delight
Grows love, the true love is there

He
For true you do the best that you can
She will be there when you wake up

Above the ridge and through the
Picking by the river side

My was a fisherman,
And no fish stood a chance
When he was on the river bed
a fistful of cut on the
My grandfather was a man, for a good life came fast
Making flowers for his love, for queen Anne on the river bank
My grandfather taught me
If you show true love that you cant take of her
you wake up, she will always be there by your side

My grandfather picks wild flowers at the top of the
Upon the side
And he write the names in the of his
Wildflowers feel
Above the and through the valleys
To find true everlasting in delight
Above the and through the valleys
Picking by the river side
Above the ridge and the valleys
To find true love in delight
For love, for true love he said
For true you do everything you can
And she will always be there when you up

My taught me
picking flowers is worthwhile
When youre doing that for your true
you see her smile
Its big sky, shooting star and where we are
Where we grow, the roots are never life
Big sky, shooting stars and we are
Where we grow, the roots are ending life
Big sky, shooting and where we are
we grow, the roots are never ending life
High up in the