Luyện nghe bài hát Roses Blue

I think of tears, I think of rain on
I think of rain, I think of blue
I think of Rose, my begins to tremble
To see the she's lately gotten to
Gotten to, to

She's gotten to devotions
She's gotten to the and the Zen
She's into Tarot cards and potions
She's her religion on her friends
On her friends, on her

Friends who come to ask her for their
Friends who come to find can't be friends
Because of and seasons that don't suit her
She'll prophesy your death, she won't say
Won't say when, won't say

When all the black cards you cannot barter
No, all your stars are stacked you cannot win
She'll shake her and treat you like a martyr
It is her spell she puts you in
you in, puts you in

In sorrow she can lure you she wants you
your own self-pity, there you swim
In sinking down to drown, her voice still you
And with your laughter, can you win
Can you win, can you win

You win the laurels with your laughter
It reaches like an arm before you
To win the solitary truth you're
You dare not ask the how to think
How to think, how to

I think of tears, I of rain on shingles
I of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of Rose, my begins to tremble
To see the place she's lately to
to, gotten to

To, to, to
To, to, to
To, to, to
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