Luyện nghe bài hát Cannonball Days

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bask in the heat on Christopher Street
you a rose from a bum
Left you a note that I stuffed in coat
You and you said, it was dumb

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

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