Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Rose

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

the time to turn the view
Now that I you

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

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

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

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

Roses divine holy mother
of gold, mother with stories
Told and retold, she felt our
Heard our sighs and to gold
our eyes

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