Luyện nghe bài hát Iceberg Meadows

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

Stanislaus River's seen a heavy of snow.
I'll pick and my battles where I cast my fishing pole.

Every 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 seep into Disaster Creek,
for years my ash will chase setting sun,
but my is here to stay."

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

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

I carved on that bridge, one day, my name and below,
my father's name from yesteryear, 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 chase that sun,
but my is here to stay."

Fourth of July has come, custom that we go,
make our way up 108, a we call our home.