Luyện nghe bài hát Strawberry Wine

(Matraca Berg, Harrison)
He was working college on my grandpa's farm.
I was thirsting for and he had a car.
I was caught somewhere between a and a child.
When one restless we found love growing wild.
On the banks of the river on a beaten path.
It's funny how memories they last.
Like wine and seventeen.
The hot moon saw everything.
My first taste of oh bittersweet.
on the vine.
Like wine.
I still remember thirty was old.
And my biggest fear was when he had to go.
A few cards and letters and one long call.
We away like the leaves in the fall.
But year after year I come to this place.
to remember the taste.
Of wine and seventeen.
The hot July saw everything.
My first taste of oh bittersweet.
on the vine.
strawberry wine.
The fields grown over now.
Years since seen the plow.
There's nothing hasn't touched.
Is it really him or the of my innocence.
I've been so much.
Like wine and seventeen.
The hot July saw everything.
My taste of love oh bittersweet.
on the vine.
Like wine.