Luyện nghe bài hát Montana

I'm not smart enough for this life been livin',
A bit slow for the pace of the dream.
It's not I'm ungrateful for all 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 ocean here.
Over the mountains there.

Who can the scale of the forces
That pushed this old mountain range up in the
creation, erosion, mutation;
Somethin' to God's eye.

The world is a wonder of and thunder,
And green of the as we fall from the sky.
The old and new faces, the and the races...
of places to try.

Over the ocean here.
Over the mountains there.

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

for today... the demands of the moment,
The thing on my mind is the in my hand.
Wood for the and water for coffee,
Somethin' I can understand.

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

the ocean from here.