Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Rose

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

the time to turn the view
Now I have you

And I'll rise every little 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 there I'll be

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

the time to turn the view
Now that I you

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

shall divine holy mother
Mother of gold, with stories
and retold, she felt our tears
Heard our sighs and to gold
Before our

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