Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Rose

Autumn air it carries me
Less an hour to go
Six miles an hour
And it feels so slow

I'm to get back to Burlington
To a square in the of town
To a spot on a table
Where her feet reach the ground

And when she kisses me it tasted cinnamon
And her skin of cider and rose
And when she looked at me we'd got quiet
And my heart beats so we were in so close
Once for such a beautiful while that still me smile

And she called me her American
And I call her my Canadian flower
And I think that we'll ever get there again
We had such

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

I finally made it this town looks
I don't know people anymore
But in the ways not much else has changed
the way it was before

At least they still have this table
Where I carved a particular name
I run my fingers the weathered carving
And I almost can feel the

And my mouth it almost tastes just cinnamon
As I ponder my pilgrimage means
And I try to figure out where Vancouver is here
And I to the leaves
If only for a beautiful while that still me smile

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

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

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

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

And she would call me her American
And remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to
We were in so