Luyện nghe bài hát K D Lang

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

Little k little d little name was just plain kd lang
But her main claim to fame was how she with a twang
And jumped like a 'rangytang-lady k.d. lang
k.d. lang, k.d. lang, she jumped like a 'rangytang-
k.d.lang.
>From her home down in Alberta
near the tracks of that old line
With her she could scare old Medusa,
she sang like a young Patsy Cline.
It wasn't long her songs got her landed
On the stage with those clothes-
There were 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 kept rising to fame-
With her that was new and exciting,
She was called to those awards
She made a on the stage and she got one
And it home to Alberta, Boy George!