Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Rose

Autumn air it carries me
Less an hour to go
Six hundred an hour
And still it so slow

I'm to get back to Burlington
To a square in the of town
To a spot on a wooden
Where her feet reach the ground

And when she kisses me it tasted cinnamon
And her skin smells of and rose
And she looked at me we'd both got quiet
And my heart beats so hard we were in so
Once for such a while that still makes me smile

And she called me her American
And I would call her my Canadian
And I don't think that we'll get there again
We had power

And she would call me her American
And I'll remember my Canadian
Especially the fall comes to Burlington
We were in so

I made it this town looks rearranged
I don't know these people
But in the ways not much else has changed
the way it was before

At least they still have this table
Where I carved a particular name
I run my fingers through the weathered
And I can feel the same

And my mouth it almost tastes just cinnamon
As I ponder what my means
And I try to out where Vancouver is from here
And I listen to the
If only for a while that still makes me smile

And she called me her American
And I would call her my flower
And I don't think that we'll ever get there
We had such

And she would me her ugly American
And I'll my Canadian rose
Especially when the comes to Burlington
We in so close

Every single hope and dream I could ever up
Passionately springs in me and all things are
Plausible and perfectly both of ours after and every day
At least it seemed way
Once for such a beautiful that still makes me smile

And she called me her American
And I would call her my Canadian
And I don't that we'll ever get there again
We had power

And she would call me her American
And I'll remember my rose
Especially when the fall to Burlington
We in so close