Luyện nghe bài hát Rose in Paradise

She was a for the takin'
Her beauty cut just like a
And he was a from Macon
He swore he'd love her all a his

He bought her a on the mountain
With a garden and a lot of land
But paradise became her
That banker was a jealous man

Every he'd talk about her
You see the fire in his eyes
He'd say, "I walk through hell on Sunday
To my rose in paradise"

He a man to tend the garden
And keep an eye on her while he was
say they ran away together
Some say the gardener alone

Now the is an old man
And the crumbling down
He all day and stares at the garden
Not a trace of her was ever

Every he'd talk about her
You could see the in his eyes
He'd say, "I would walk hell on Sunday
To keep my in paradise"

Now there's a out in the garden
It's beauty cuts just like a
They say that it even grows in the winter
And blooms in the dead of the