Luyện nghe bài hát Iceberg Meadows

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

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

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

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

Take me up to Meadows,
the sun lay my remains.
I will seep Disaster Creek,
for years my ash will chase 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 gone to Dardanelle, grab propane for the stove.
The campfire tradition four generations old.

I carved on bridge, one day, my name and right below,
my name from yesteryear, etched as a child.

He says, "Son, I die..

me up to Iceberg Meadows,
the sun lay my remains.
I will seep 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.