Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar

January in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus
Through the midnight
Grandpa was sleeping and the sky was clear

We hit a bump and his jerked back a little
And he mumbled
He woke up smiling but his were bright with tears, he said

I dreamed I was on the farm
Twenty years passed, boy
But the still warms me
Wild flowers in a jar

He me those old stories
'Bout that one room in Kentucky
The smell of rain and the feel of the earth in his hands

He turned and stared outside
His face was in the window
And his reflection flew across the moonlit

And he dreamed he was on the farm
He tilts his head and to the early sounds of morning
flowers in a mason jar

An old man and an year old boy
down that midnight highway
Warm Kentucky memories from a Georgia night

I started drifting off and grandpa his coat around me
I think I tried to smile as I closed my eyes
And I dreamed I was him on the farm
Grandpa, I can hear the evening out in the corn
flowers in a mason jar and the bus rolling through the night