Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Rose

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roses shall divine mother
Mother of gold, mother with
Told and retold, she our tears
Heard our sighs and to gold
our eyes

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