Luyện nghe bài hát Rose In Paradise

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

He her a mansion on a mountain
With a formal garden and a lot of
But became 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 walk through on Sunday,
to my rose in paradise"

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

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

Every time he talks her
You can see the fire in his
He says, "I walk through hell on Sunday,
to keep my in paradise"

Now there's a out in the garden
Its beauty just like a knife
They say it even in the winter time
And blooms in the of the night