Luyện nghe bài hát Rose in Paradise

She was a flower for the
Her beauty cut like a knife
He was a from Macon
He he'd love her all a his life

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

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

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

Now the is an old man
That crumbling down
He sits all day and he at the garden
Not a trace of her was found

Every time he'd talks her
You could see the in his eyes
He'd say, "I would walk through on Sunday
To my rose in paradise"

Now there's a rose out in the
It's beauty cuts like a knife
say that it even grows in the winter time
And blooms in the of the night