Luyện nghe bài hát K D Lang

Where the wild roses grow in
On the banks of the lake
There's a I suppose that you hearda-
She's as mild as a wild Irish
Like a thorn she was to be contrary
Like a boy's was her joy cain.
The wildest rose that drove on the prairie
the wheel 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 around like a 'rangytang-lady k.d. lang
k.d. lang, k.d. lang, she jumped around a 'rangytang-
k.d.lang.
>From her home in consort Alberta
the tracks of that old railroad line
With her hair she could old Medusa,
While she sang like a Patsy Cline.
It wasn't long till her songs got her
On the stage with those outrageous
There were over shirts, boots, and trousers,
Hangin down from wild Alberta Rose.

Now she toured north and south of the
And with many famous names...
Though her style it was and outrageous,
Her just kept rising to fame-
With her voice was new and exciting,
She was called to Juno awards
She made a on the stage and she got one
And it home to Alberta, Boy George!