Luyện nghe bài hát Big Sky, MT

My grandfather picks wild at the top of the hill
Upon the side
And he the names by the color, shape, their size
Above the ridge and through the
flowers by the river side

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

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

Above the ridge and through the
Picking by the river side

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

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

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