Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar

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

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

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

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

He slowly and stared outside
His was mirrored in the window
And his flew across the moonlit land

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

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

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