Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rose

Counting days 'til over, my friends
it's over, my friends, count along
Counting 'til it's over, my friends
'Til over, my friends, count along

rich, feeling poor,
feeling more
destructive on
a fireball

Cut her tongue, don't a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking
Let my heart on the shelf for way too
Sick and tried, picking up from the floor
I saw the line of snakes came to me

So innocent was the
The of good memories
A bag full of that was
for me and you

No broken dreams
I feel like a gun
Spring bullets at your
of control

Cut her tongue, don't believe a she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot feeling
Can't call the doctor, he's as as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that to me

So innocent the days
The taste of good
A bag full of that was
for me and you

So was the days
The taste of memories
A bag full of that was
for me and you

Counting days 'til it's over, my
it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my
'Til it's over, my friends, along

Counting 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count
days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over thing called love

So innocent were the
The taste of good
A bag of hope that was
for me and you

So innocent were the
The taste of memories
A bag full of that was
for me and you

let it grow,
where it
There in the
the shadows are born
Leave it alone I'm sure it will its way
to and blossom
'Cause I know, the black will find its home