Luyện nghe bài hát Rose In Paradise

She was a for the taking
Her beauty cut like a knife
He was a banker from
He swore to her all his life

He her a mansion on a mountain
With a formal and a lot of land
But became her prison
That Georgia was a jealous man

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

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

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

Every time he talks her
You can see the in his eyes
He says, "I walk 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