Luyện nghe bài hát K D Lang

Where the wild grow in Alberta-
On the banks of the lake
There's a rose I that you hearda-
She's as mild as a wild wake
Like a she was born to be contrary
a boy's was her joy raising cain.
The wildest rose that ever drove on the
behind the of a big truckload of grain.

Little k little d little l-a-n-g-Her name was just kd lang
But her main claim to fame was how she sang a twang
And jumped around like a 'rangytang-lady k.d.
k.d. lang, k.d. lang, she jumped around 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,
she sang like a young Patsy Cline.
It long till her songs got her landed
On the stage with those clothes-
There skirts over shirts, boots, and trousers,
Hangin down this wild Alberta Rose.

Now she north and south of the border-
And with many famous names...
her style it was wild and outrageous,
Her star kept rising to fame-
her voice that was new and exciting,
She was called to those awards
She a leap on the stage and she got one
And it home to Alberta, Boy George!