Luyện nghe bài hát Big Sky, MT

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

My grandfather shooting stars,
Prairies smoke where of the valley grows
Porcelain and beauty bathing in the glow
Above the and through the valleys
To find true love everlasting in
Grows true love, the true is there

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

Above the and through the valleys
Picking flowers by the side

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

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

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