Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Rose

Blue as the sky
no thorn, no thistle
Only an face
Staring at the world

Maybe just a morning glory
Lost in a of vine
And maybe she's just a glory
Lost in a of vine

Her arms stretch
To life
And her roots go deep into the black for strength
And she and

Maybe she's a morning glory
Lost in a of vine
And maybe she's a morning glory
in a tangle of vine

She while the people sleep
Only the see her
To those who rise the noon day sun
She is a mystery

And she's just a morning glory
Lost in a of vine
Oh, maybe she's a morning glory
in a tangle of vine
Lost in a tangle of
Lost in a of vine