Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar

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

We hit a bump and his head jerked back a
And he mumbled
He up smiling but his eyes 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 me those old stories
'Bout that one room cabin in
The smell of rain and the feel of the warm earth in his

He slowly turned and stared
His face was in the window
And his reflection flew the moonlit land

And he he was back on the farm
He tilts his head and listens to the sounds of morning
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 drifting off and grandpa tucked his coat around me
I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my
And I dreamed I was him on the farm
Grandpa, I can hear the wind out in the corn
Wild in a mason jar and the bus rolling through the night