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
his gardens, where no one can find him
his flowers, one at a time.
Taking a stroll I stumble him.
Back and weary, crouching in pain.
And looking around, I notice his
Beautiful gardens, his hand behind them
Flowing flowers and blossoming vines
I cannot say but I feel that his life is
I can't be but I think that I might be wrong. He's a fine, old man.
Digging and weeding from morning till evening - I him he's crazy.
He says that he's lazy - he must get done his gardening.
How could I think his life is gone.
I can't be sure and I that I might be wrong. He's a fine old man.
My is the soul of this family....
Copyright Lou Antonucci