Luyện nghe bài hát Cannonball Days

What's come to stay the cannonball days
But a house and some clothes on the
You fired with your drunken brigade
In the of New York as a child

Woman so fine, as a girl
Slow like an wine
Hair all a mess, dress all
And all of your have died

Better luck in the life
'Cause you're gonna need it
Loved you back then but I say when
All of roses have died
All of roses have died

I tasted your lips, put my hands on hips
Danced in A-9
Your cats on the sill and my head to your
Feeding your rhythms

A Jersey queen with a rattle machine
Tasted the salt through your
Loved you back then but I say when
All of your roses died

Better luck in the next
them some hell and goodbye
Loved you back then but I couldn't say
All of your roses have
All of your roses have

Bask in the heat down on Christopher
Bought you a rose a bum
Left you a that I stuffed in your coat
You laughed and you said, it was

Broke like a stem and I guess you're him
I'm sure he treats you just fine
So bottoms up cheers baby, here's to your
All of your roses have

luck in the next life
I'll you but go on goodbye
I feel like a straight his cannonball days
When all of your roses were
all of your roses were mine