Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Rose

Mother Rose every little tend to me
There she stood, waiting by the door
my hand took it with a smile tenderly
Mother rose little morn' tend to me

Now's the time to the view
Now that I you

And I'll every little morn' tend to thee
you rise open up your eyes you will see
There be waiting by the door come to me
Take my hand look into your heart I'll be

Now's the time to the view
Now I have you

the time to turn the view
Now that I you

Roses growing up by my door, up the vine
All the thorns and pain obscured, shall divine
we feel no pain and the love inside
Where roses climb, roses divine
Roses divine, I feel the pain when the roses die

Roses divine holy mother
Mother of gold, with stories
Told and retold, she our tears
Heard our sighs and turned to
Before our

She rose the light
She rose the light
She rose the light
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