Luyện nghe bài hát Roses On The 4th Of July

He still sends her on the 4th of July
They're always roses and she never asks why
She doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights
But his wedding band rests on bedside that night

He was a in the Vietnam War
He half his right leg whilst daydreaming of her
She lit a each holy hour he was gone
'You On My Mind' was their favorite song

Love is a mystery from till we die
It's cross words of a morning by evening
all that we dream of, sometimes it's not right
Love is roses, and you never ask why

He's the of a draftsman, he's built a good life
She works for a season IRS time
Two children had though their boy has now died
When they wake of morning, he's still on their minds

Their friends would all tell you, they're day and night
Their daughter's an actress, she's and she's bright
He meets with his from the war Thursday nights
She still treasures roses every 4th of July

Love is a mystery from till we die
It's cross words of a morning by entwined
It's all that we dream of, it's not right
Love is roses, and you never ask why

is white roses every 4th of July