Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Rose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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