Luyện nghe bài hát Rosaline

I loved you
the steeple to the streets of Rome
And I know, Ah yes I know, goin down
They come
its early
And to me your last goodbye
And our long, long love is finally

Teenage
tresses
Lie deserted all the strand
And the ferryman has poled his way off
Angels
In evenings
I promised you my dying days
And my heart its treasons to run

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

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

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