Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Roses

Fake roses on the
Elvis postcards on the
Ed lays softly by the
sleeping in the crib
Old broken taped up light
On Monte Carlo
She open all the gas bills
leaves it on the dashboard

It's a low and lonesome
When the wind sweeps the pine
She just the TV on
her mind on better times

Takes the way home from work
Car parked on the wrong of the bridge
Country gold, Saturday night, and one
You have to tell me any of this

It's a low and song
the wind sweeps through the pine
She just the TV on
Puts her mind on better [x2]

Your heart is
I hear you're saying
You don't have to tell me anything

He come around again
She open that front door
She hears that low and sound
She answer anymore.