Luyện nghe bài hát Cannonball Days

What's to stay from the cannonball days
But a house and clothes on the line
You fired away with your brigade
In the streets of New York as a

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

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

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

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

luck in the next life
Give some hell and goodbye
Loved you back then but I say when
All of your roses died
All of your roses have

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

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

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