Luyện nghe bài hát Rosie

Rosie, I wish that you were
I you so much
Rosie, my
Rosie, I miss the hell we raised
And the trails we blazed
I miss the half of me
My
Rosie, we played our song to
Now the out of tune
And the out of breath
Rosie, do you me still
Rosie, my daffodil
I was a private
Who he knew it all
Swept off his feet by a Bobby Dazzler
The RAF and the
old mother hens
Strutting our lives going.....
Quack, quack,
who?
Quack, quack,
no good for you
Those were the
When beer was
And you knew you stood
The laughing stock of the
Down at the Palais
Me and the lads were a knees up
I round to Harry
that noise rattling the tea cups
Better get head down
like another V.1.
Everyone was screaming and
And making the most appalling
So not
I popped out to see exactly had happened
Somebody said that the
Had the Palais by inches
But had totally destroyed the next
The next
We in the next street
Rosie,
Rosie, I wish you were
I you so much
Rosie, my
Rosie, do you me still
Rosie, my broken