Luyện nghe bài hát K D Lang

Where the wild roses grow in
On the banks of the Gooseberry
There's a I suppose that you hearda-
as mild as a wild Irish wake
Like a thorn she was to be contrary
a boy's was her joy raising cain.
The rose that ever drove on the prairie
the wheel of a big truckload of grain.

Little k little d little l-a-n-g-Her name was plain kd lang
But her main claim to fame was how she sang with a
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 down in consort 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 till her songs got her
On the stage with those clothes-
There were over shirts, boots, and trousers,
Hangin from this wild Alberta Rose.

Now she toured and south of the border-
And recorded with many names...
Though her style it was and outrageous,
Her star just kept rising to
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!