Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Rose

Blue as the crying
no thorn and no thistle
Only an face
Staring at the world

And maybe she's just a morning
in a tangle of vines
Maybe just a morning glory
in a tangle of vines

Her arms stretch wide to receive the
And her go deep into the black earth
For strength and she

And maybe just a morning glory
in a tangle of vines
And maybe she's just a glory
Lost in a tangle of

She blooms while the people
the travelers see her
To those who rise the noonday sun
She is a closed

And maybe just a morning glory
in a tangle of vines
And maybe she's a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of
in a tangle of vines