Luyện nghe bài hát Western Skies

And I'd rather be through the tall pine trees
High up above Louise
And I'd be chasing after shooting stars
Than waiting for this 503 TTC

I'd to see the sun set behind Saddle Mountain
And listen to the whisper my name
Yeah this and me don't fit
One of us is going to have to
Oh how I miss those skies

And I'd rather be back in the Mountains
Than sitting in some bar on Street
And I'd be walking through the high meadow
Than the latest war on my TV

So don't you stand in my way
I just got to get out of place
If I another day
I'm sure the sun forget my name
Oh how I miss western skies

Oh to see the sunset in her
Oh to see the in her eyes

And I'd rather be by the bow river
the clouds go by
Yea I'd rather be else than here tonight
in the city

But through the pain good things come
After the the sun
But that don't mean to me
in the city
Oh how I miss those skies

Oh how I miss, oh how I
Oh how I miss those western
Oh how I miss, oh how I
Oh how I miss those western