Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rose

Mister Frankie was my best friend
We partners in a business down on C and 7th
Nothin' ever got good brother down
He was a real live in an electric town

Frankie started hangin' with an girl
A Harlem lady in the social
On Saturday night put on his best clothes
And go out steppin' his Black Rose

Now Frankie upstate for a couple of years
A guest of the nation and he was in
He called me up, he said, "Hey friend of
I got one to ask you while I'm doin' my time"

She's the Queen of New York
She all men soul
She the that flow right through me
So don't be messin' my Black Rose

Keep your off my Black Rose
My Rose, he don't own ya

Frankie was upstate, his Harlem girl
Continued to in her social whirl
So I her from my gig on East 7th I said
"Hey, babe, you doin' 'round about 11?"

She said, "Uh uh", in her uptown
So we met at for cocktails and ice
When she crossed that in her tight red dress
I wasn't thinkin' of Frankie, I to confess

She said, "Hey, best friend, let's go back to my
I need to fix my mascara and my face"
But it on the way back to her house
And when she closed the door she took off her

She's the of New York City
She bewitch all men
Next thing I know, I'm whisperin' nothin's
Lyin' in bed with my Rose

I'm makin' to my Black
My Black Rose, he own ya

So stay me tonight
At nights I'd lie there and to her breathe
With the sweat on my
How she sleep

So deep, so sweet, as calm as a
While I pushed the seconds oozing from the clock
Now the I wrote Frankie returned unread
The word out, I'd be better off dead

But in the crimson dawn, Black Rose would
And drain all the poison my soul
Now I'm standin' up on forty deuce
terminal man waitin' for his bus

Here come Frankie with his all shaved
Is a piece in his pocket or is it a blade
Now I'm lyin' face in the terminal dirt
a hole in my chest, but I don't feel no hurt

I don't go to heaven, I been there before
Just spent two years in with my Black Rose

She's the Queen of New City
She all men soul
When you go and find her
Bury me to my Black Rose

Still in with my Black Rose
She's up in heaven now, my Rose
You won't be makin' love to my
My Rose, he don't own ya

So stay with me tonight, for the of your life
Dubh, me no can get over you
A is in me mind no matter what I do
Roisin Dubh me no can get you

Now Frankie comin' and I know that I am through
Mister Frankie tell me do the right thing

his girl while he away at Sing Sing
But me and Rosie, we have a little
Now comin' home, wicked trouble it will bring
Wicked trouble it will bring, have mercy