Luyện nghe bài hát Grandfather's Saong

Grandfather's
My is the soul of this family
Eighty-one years in his life.
Living at the top of his mountain
Tending his gardens, where no one can him
his flowers, one at a time.
Taking a I stumble upon him.
Back bent and weary, in pain.
And looking around, I his treasure
Beautiful gardens, just his behind them
Flowing with flowers and vines
I cannot say but I that his life is gone
I can't be sure but I think I might be wrong. He's a fine, old man.
Digging and weeding morning till evening - I tell him he's crazy.
He says that he's lazy - he get done with his gardening.
How I think that his life is gone.
I can't be sure and I think that I might be wrong. a fine old man.
My Grandfather is the soul of family....
Copyright Lou Antonucci