Luyện nghe bài hát Roses Grow

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

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 about Errol
He even danced Marilyn

That's they say
Devil, me another shot
Hey, hey, L.A.
Who'da thought, thought
I never thought

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

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

You Roxy was is in tonight
She's styling around in her fishnet
And she's got life at 65
Than the teenage she keeps up all night

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

Devil, pour me another
Hey, hey, L.A.
Who'da thought, thought
I woulda thought, never woulda thought

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

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

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