Luyện nghe bài hát K D Lang

Where the roses grow in Alberta-
On the of the Gooseberry lake
There's a rose I suppose that you
She's as mild as a Irish wake
Like a thorn she was born to be
Like a boy's was her joy cain.
The wildest that ever drove on the prairie
behind the of a big truckload of grain.

Little k little d little name was just plain kd lang
But her main claim to was how she sang with a twang
And jumped around a 'rangytang-lady k.d. lang
k.d. lang, k.d. lang, she around like a 'rangytang-
k.d.lang.
>From her home down in consort
near the tracks of that old line
With her she could scare old Medusa,
While she sang like a Patsy Cline.
It wasn't long her songs got her landed
On the stage those outrageous clothes-
were skirts over shirts, boots, and trousers,
Hangin down from wild Alberta Rose.

Now she toured and south of the border-
And recorded many famous names...
Though her style it was and outrageous,
Her star just kept rising to
With her voice was new and exciting,
She was called to those Juno
She made a leap on the and she got one
And took it to Alberta, Boy George!