Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Rose

Mother every little morn' tend to me
There she stood, waiting by the selflessly
Took my hand it with a smile tenderly
Mother rose every little morn' to me

Now's the to turn the view
Now I have you

And I'll rise every little morn' tend to
When you rise open up eyes you will see
There I'll be waiting by the come to me
my hand look into your heart there I'll be

Now's the to turn the view
Now I have you

Now's the to turn the view
Now I have you

Roses up by my door, climbing up the vine
All the thorns and pain obscured, shall divine
Where we feel no pain and the inside
Where climb, roses shall divine
Roses shall divine, I feel the when the roses die

Roses divine holy mother
Mother of gold, mother with
Told and retold, she felt our
our sighs and turned to gold
Before our

She into the light
She into the light
She rose into the
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