Luyện nghe bài hát Strawberry Wine

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