Luyện nghe bài hát Rose from the Mountain

(Louis Driver)

Well she's my from the mountain where I come from
Back in ol' Colorado they reach up and touch the sun
But I her to the city where the air ain't clean
And it's wilted my from the mountain

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Where a good guitar picker makes more than a cowboy
So I thought I'd try my luck makin' in L.A.
But a lot of them bloys make a lot more than I can
And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her

Well I can see her in the mornin' barefoot through the meadow
With a smile on her face and her hair a-hangin'
Well I love my sweet and oh she loves me
So I'm takin' her home to the mountain

(Chorus)

She's my Rose from the mountain where I come
Back in ol' Colorado they reach up and touch the sun
But I took her to the city the air ain't clean
And it's wilted my Rose the mountain

Yes it's wilted my Rose from the