Luyện nghe bài hát Rose In Paradise

She was a flower for the
Her beauty cut just a knife
He was a from Macon
He swore to lover her all his

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

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

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

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

Every time he 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 just like a knife
say it even grows in the winter time
And blooms in the dead of the