Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar

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

We hit a and his head jerked back a little
And he something
He woke up but his eyes were bright with tears, he said

I dreamed I was back on the
Twenty have passed, boy
But the still warms me
Wild in a mason jar

He me those old stories
that one room cabin in Kentucky
The smell of rain and the feel of the warm earth in his

He slowly turned and stared
His was mirrored in the window
And his reflection flew across the land

And he he was back on the farm
He tilts his head and listens to the early sounds of
Wild flowers in a jar

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

I started off and grandpa tucked his coat around me
I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my
And I I was with him on the farm
Grandpa, I can hear the wind out in the corn
Wild flowers in a jar and the bus rolling through the night