Luyện nghe bài hát Roses Grow

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

L.A., after when it's down to me
And the old souls
Well, Johnny's all if you buy him a gin
He'll tell you his stories about Flynn
He danced with Marilyn

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

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

Up the cracks
Up the broken glass
In the hot red of a black and white
Roses grow, roses
grow, roses grow

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

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

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

Up through the
Up the broken glass
In the hot red light of a 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