Luyện nghe bài hát Cannonball Days

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

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

Better luck in the life
'Cause you're gonna need it
Loved you back then but I couldn't say
All of your have died
All of roses have died

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

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

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

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

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