Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Roses

Mirrors in the go black and blue
On a Sunday in Saturday shoes
We don't choose who we
We don't

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

comes in exposin'
Saturday bruises and roses
Cold

but the sunlight'll help you grow from underneath your bed
You can't see the
We choose what we see
We don't

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

Daylight comes in
Saturday bruises and roses
roses, cold roses

Cold roses, cold roses, cold