Luyện nghe bài hát Roses Grow

L.A., thought
Right dab in the middle of what
With the belching and the broken bones
Said, Devil, me another shot
Hey, hey, L.A.
Who'da thought, who'da thought, who'da

L.A., after when it's down to me
And the same old
Well, all right if you buy him a gin
He'll tell you his stories Errol Flynn
He even danced Marilyn

what they say
Devil, pour me shot
Hey, hey, L.A.
Who'da thought, who'da
I woulda never

Up through the
Up the broken glass
In the hot red light of a and white
Roses

Up through the
Up through the glass
In the hot red light of a and white
Roses grow, grow
Roses grow, roses

You know was is in tonight
She's around in her fishnet tights
And she's got life at 65
the teenage boys she keeps up all night

She said heavy metal and the young hard
What, can't you handle kind of talk?
The strippers here, really rock

Devil, pour me shot
Hey, hey, L.A.
thought, who'da thought
I never thought, never woulda thought

Up the cracks
Up through the broken
In the hot red of a black and white
Roses

Up the cracks
Up through the glass
In the hot red light of a and white
grow

Roses grow, roses
grow, roses grow
Roses grow, grow
grow, say