Luyện nghe bài hát Too Late For Roses

Some kind of friction has me
But your new style
My reasons to used to be
Based who you were
And your brilliant passion could blaze
Right in of a perfect stranger

is my downfall, my blemish
This is my downfall, my
I've told
This is my downfall, my
I've been before

Quit holding on to she was
She doesn't you
Or herself
stuck in the process
Of embracing what

And it happens
And when it
will be no apologies
There be no apologies
There be no apologies
There be no apologies

She chose to collapse held her
And if not there may never be
A cradle to soften her like clouds
New shapes are taken, but not always actual
They're tangible, never tangible, never tangible

It's so to see someone
it all up for nothing
And having no to stop them
To stop them, to stop them, to them

Having no to stop them
Having no power to them
And having no power to stop
To stop

For nothing, for
For nothing, for
For nothing, for
For nothing, for