Luyện nghe bài hát K D Lang

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

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

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