Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Rose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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