Luyện nghe bài hát Rosaline

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

Teenage
Satin
Lie deserted all the strand
And the ferryman has poled his way off
Angels
In those
When I promised you my days
And my hatched its treasons to run

And Ah
These days
Im fed on distant
But third-hand is news enough
For hopeless consumers

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

How I have you
a careless kind of vanity
As they turned you
And split us
And like a
I ran from the
And in the end they told much smoother