Luyện nghe bài hát Big Sky, MT

My grandfather picks flowers at the top of the hill
the mountain side
And he knows the names by the color, shape, their
the ridge and through the valleys
Picking flowers by the side

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

He
For true love you do the that you can
She will always be when you wake up

Above the ridge and the valleys
Picking by the river side

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

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

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