Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar

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

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

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

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

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

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

An old man and an eight old boy
Rolling that midnight highway
Warm memories from a winter 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 I was with him on the farm
Grandpa, I can the evening wind out in the corn
Wild flowers in a mason jar and the bus rolling the night