Luyện nghe bài hát Roses Blue

I think of tears, I think of rain on
I think of rain, I think of blue
I think of Rose, my begins to tremble
To see the she's lately gotten to
Gotten to, to

gotten to mysterious devotions
She's gotten to the and the Zen
She's gotten into cards and potions
She's her religion on her friends
On her friends, on her

who come to ask her for their future
Friends who come to they can't be friends
Because of signs and seasons that suit her
She'll prophesy death, she won't say when
say when, won't say when

When all the black cards come you barter
No, when all your stars are you cannot win
shake her head and treat you like a martyr
It is her blackest spell she you in
Puts you in, you in

In she can lure you where she wants you
Inside your own self-pity, there you
In sinking down to drown, her voice haunts you
And with your laughter, can you win
Can you win, can you win

You win the laurels with your laughter
It reaches like an arm you sink
To win the truth you're after
You dare not ask the priestess how to
How to think, how to

I think of tears, I think of rain on
I think of rain, I of roses blue
I think of Rose, my begins to tremble
To see the place lately gotten to
to, gotten to

To, to, to
To, to, to
To, to, to
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