Luyện nghe bài hát Iceberg Meadows

Fourth of July has come, it's custom we go.
Make our way up 108, a place we our home.

Stanislaus seen a heavy year of snow.
I'll pick and choose my battles I cast my fishing pole.

year we make our way to the end of the road.
The world seems to spinning.

My smiles,
he says, "Son, I die..

Take me up to Meadows,
the sun lay my remains.
I will into Disaster Creek,
for my ash will chase that setting sun,
but my is here to stay."

Well, Boulder Creek is runnin' wild, the banks overflowed.
No swimmin' in our hole this year, spend my day stones.

The pickup's gone to Dardanelle, grab for the stove.
The campfire tradition four generations old.

I carved on that bridge, one day, my name and below,
my father's from yesteryear, etched as a child.

He says, "Son, I die..

me up to Iceberg Meadows,
the sun lay my remains.
I seep into Disaster Creek,
for years my ash will that setting sun,
but my soul is to stay."

of July has come, it's custom that we go,
make our way up 108, a place we our home.