Luyện nghe bài hát Montana

I'm not smart for this life I've been livin',
A bit slow for the pace of the dream.
It's not I'm for all I've been given;
But nevertheless, the same...

I to my soul, I was back in Montana,
on my mountain and deep in the snow.
Up in my cabin, the valley,
the blankets with you.

Over the from here.
Over the mountains there.

Who can imagine the of the forces
That pushed this old range up in the sky?
Tectonic creation, erosion,
Somethin' to God's eye.

The is a wonder of lightnin' and thunder,
And green of the ground as we fall the sky.
The old and new faces, the and the races...
Thousands of to try.

Over the from here.
the mountains from there.

One sits and while the other one wanders,
And squanders his time a life on the road.
Down from the mountain, across the ocean,
The is in motion and cannot be slowed.

for today... the demands of the moment,
The on my mind is the work in my hand.
Wood for the woodstove and for coffee,
I can still understand.

We got a few but not many neighbors,
The trip town takes us most of the day.
And after, "Hello", and "it's good to see you",
It seems there's nothin' to say.

Over the ocean here.