Luyện nghe bài hát Roses Blue

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

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

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

When all the black cards come you cannot
No, when all stars are stacked you cannot win
She'll shake her head and treat you a martyr
It is her blackest she puts you in
you in, puts you in

In she can lure you where she wants you
your own self-pity, there you swim
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 before you
To win the solitary truth after
You dare not ask the how to think
How to think, how to

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

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