Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar

January back in '55 we a Greyhound bus
Through the Georgia
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 eyes were bright with tears, he

I dreamed I was back on the
years have passed, boy
But the memory warms me
flowers in a mason jar

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

He slowly turned and outside
His face was mirrored in the
And his reflection flew the moonlit land

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

An old man and an eight old boy
Rolling down midnight highway
Warm Kentucky from a winter Georgia night

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