Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Roses

Mirrors in the room go and blue
On a morning in Saturday shoes
We choose who we love
We don't

Lots of memory melt on the street
In a Sunday shoes, with the Saturday
And she don't love who she
And she don't what she do

Daylight comes in
Saturday bruises and roses
Cold

Nothin' but the sunlight'll help you grow from underneath bed
You see the window
We don't choose we see
We don't

Fortunate and angry just like a
All that money you, medicine but can't buy you time
We choose what we love
And she don't need she got

comes in exposin'
Saturday bruises and cold
roses, cold roses

Cold roses, roses, cold roses