Luyện nghe bài hát Big Smoke

Del Barber (composer and album: Praireography, 2014)

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

We used to fly the woods
On the backs of quarter
Pickin' dandelion bouquets for our sister and our
We like men but we were boys
Too to know
That we were as as fire

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

Brother do you
That one September morning we shooting cans
With Dad's .22 a worry or a warning
You pulled the trigger down and dropped that
And you looked at me with tears in eyes

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

And you're lost out in the Big
Without a fire of own
There are no straight
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 much 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 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 getting
It's filling up with dust
And it be in a year the bank finally gets the best of us
But our are fed and the bins are full
We're hoping to see you before the

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

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