Luyện nghe bài hát Rosaline

I have you
From the steeple to the streets of
And I know, Ah yes I know, goin down
will come
When its
And breathe to me your last
And our long, long love is finally

Teenage
Satin
Lie all along the strand
And the has poled his way off home
screamed
In evenings
When I you my dying days
And my hatched its treasons to run

And Ah
latter days
Im fed on rumours
But third-hand news is news
For hopeless dream

Quite at
In an
coffee standing on my knee
I can still you whispering when the fire sighs

How I loved you
With a kind of vanity
As they you around
And us apart
And a fool
I ran the start
And in the end they told much lies