Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Rose

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

Now's the time to the view
Now that I you

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

Now's the time to the view
Now that I you

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

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

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

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