Luyện nghe bài hát Rose In Paradise

She was a flower for the
Her beauty cut just like a
He was a banker from
He to lover her all his life

He bought her a mansion on a
a formal garden and a lot of land
But paradise her prison
That Georgia banker was a man

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

He a man to tend the garden
Keep an eye on her while he was
Some say they ran away
say that gardener left alone

Now the is an old man
That mansion's down
He sits all day and stares at the
Not a of her was ever found

time he talks about her
You can see the in his eyes
He says, "I would through hell on Sunday,
to my rose in paradise"

Now there's a rose out in the
Its beauty cuts just a knife
say it even grows in the winter time
And blooms in the dead of the