Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Man's Roses

I make up my mind today;
to have, what to hold:
A man's roses,
Or a man's gold

as wealthy as a king in a palace,
Though he's and cold.
He may learn to give his for love,
Instead of buying it gold.

Then the poor roses,
And the thrill we kiss
be memories of paradise
That I'll miss.

And yet the hand that brings a rose
Is the hand I hold.
For the of love means more to me
any rich man's gold.

Then the poor roses
And the thrill we kiss (when we kiss)
Will be memories of
That I'll miss.

And yet the that brings a rose tonight
Is the hand I hold.
For the rose of means more to me
any rich man's go-o-o-o-old
Than any man's gold.

ALTERNATE FROM PATTI'S RE-RECORDING:

Then the man's roses

And the thrill when we

be memories of paradise

That I'll miss.

And yet the hand that brings a rose

Is the hand I hold

For the rose of love more to me

Than any man's gold.

Yes, the of love means more to me

any rich man's gold