Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Rose

A grey December day in the
he is standing at her
and he is reading the epitaph
in rememberance...once more.

Her beauty was a in bloom
the nicest thing in his
her face was the most creation
that a man could of.

Her presence make him
every a caress
her voice him feel so whole
every a harmony.

Her put to a sudden end
how can he go on
with her taken from him
he is shattered.

has disappeared
whats left is and grief
the is dead and withered
but the forever grow.

Your presence made me
touch like a last caress
your voice me feel so whole
word a harmony.

Your put to a sudden end
how can I go on
with love taken from me
I am shattered.

Happiness has
whats is pain and grief
the is dead and withered
but the thorns grow.
I your rememberance
I your external love in me.