Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Rose

Autumn air it me there
Less than an to go
Six hundred miles an
And it feels so slow

I'm trying to get to Burlington
To a square in the center of
To a spot on a wooden
Where her feet reach the ground

And when she kisses me it tasted cinnamon
And her skin smells of and rose
And when she looked at me both got quiet
And my beats so hard we were in so close
Once for such a while that still makes me smile

And she me her ugly American
And I would call her my flower
And I don't think that we'll get there again
We had power

And she would me her ugly American
And I'll remember my Canadian
Especially when the fall to Burlington
We in so close

I made it this town looks rearranged
I don't know these people
But in the best ways not much has changed
From the way it was

At least they still this certain table
Where I carved a particular name
I run my fingers through the weathered
And I almost can the same

And my mouth it almost tastes like cinnamon
As I ponder what my pilgrimage
And I try to figure out Vancouver is from here
And I listen to the
If only for a beautiful that still makes me smile

And she me her ugly American
And I call her my Canadian flower
And I don't that we'll ever get there again
We had power

And she would call me her ugly
And remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the comes to Burlington
We in so close

Every single hope and I could ever conjure up
Passionately springs in me and all things are
Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever and every day
At least it seemed way
Once for such a beautiful that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly
And I would call her my Canadian
And I don't think that we'll ever get there
We had power

And she would me her ugly American
And I'll remember my rose
Especially when the fall comes to
We in so close