Luyện nghe bài hát Cannonball Days

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

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

Better luck in the next
'Cause you're need it dear
Loved you then but I couldn't say when
All of your roses died
All of your roses have

I tasted lips, put my hands on your hips
in apartment A-9
Your cats on the sill and my to your breast
Feeding your divine

A Jersey queen with a rattle machine
Tasted the salt through skin
Loved you back then but I couldn't say
All of roses have died

Better in the next life
Give them hell and goodbye
Loved you then but I couldn't say when
All of your roses have
All of your roses have

Bask in the heat down on Street
Bought you a from a bum
you a note that I stuffed in your coat
You and you said, it was dumb

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

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