Luyện nghe bài hát Big Smoke

Del Barber (composer and performer; Praireography, 2014)

Blinded by the lights
No one can see you
It's been so long since you've the prairie stars
You're not you can recall them
But there is here for you to find
You may have it once and lost it now

We used to fly through the
On the of quarter horses
Pickin' dandelion for our sister and our mother
We felt men but we were boys
Too to know
we were as free as fire

And you're lost out in the Big
Lookin' for a way
There are no straight
no easy way

Brother do you
That one September morning we shooting cans
With .22 without a worry or a warning
You pulled the trigger down and dropped deer
And you at me with tears in your eyes

And I never in a million
Thought that you'd make that
And I picture you tonight, your sights still on something so far off
Wherever you are I hope being careful
the things you think you want

And lost out in the Big Smoke
Without a fire of own
There are no paths
There's no way

(Last year, father and son produced 12,000 bussels. Under the Crow, they paid thirteen cents a bussel to ship it to Vancouver: $1560. Within four years they'll likely be paying twice as and within a decade maybe five times as much. "If the price of grain would increase, I suppose a guy wouldn't feel it quite so badly; but on the horizon we don't see it, an increase." "Supposing they, ah, say that a few towns down the road - that grain should be here. There goes our elevator and I would think that 20% of the taxes in this town come from the elevators.)

The sky is hazy
It's filling up with dust
And it could be in a year the finally gets the best of us
But our cows are fed and the are full
We're hoping to see you the snow

You're out in the Big Smoke
a fire of your own
There are no paths
There's no way

You're out in the Big Smoke
Without a fire of own
There are no straight
There's no way