Luyện nghe bài hát Princess Valerie

This is the of Valerie Rose
Tied up and weighted below
was a lass picking flowers by the road
This is the story of Rose

Sunday dandelion sun
Here come heat wave dust on the run
Along a man out but a day
Gave her some and took her away

her long lonely cry
From the of a river that won't ever dry
Fow it's too late for

Out come the hounds through the brush
Found that old rag she loved so much
Gone was the scent was the girl
That was the story of Valerie's

her long lonely cry
From the of a river that won't ever dry
Now too late for Valerie

Hear her lonely cry
From the bottom of a river that won't dry
Now it's too late for

Valerie... Princess Valerie... Valerie...