Luyện nghe bài hát Roses Blue

I think of tears, I think of on shingles
I of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of Rose, my heart 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
gotten into Tarot 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 find can't be friends
Because of signs and seasons that suit her
She'll prophesy your death, she won't say
Won't say when, say when

When all the cards come you cannot barter
No, when all your are stacked you cannot win
She'll shake her and treat you like a martyr
It is her spell she puts you in
Puts you in, you in

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

You win the lasting laurels your laughter
It like an arm before you sink
To win the solitary you're after
You dare not ask the how to think
How to think, how to

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

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