Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rose

Counting days 'til over, my friends
it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, along

Feeling rich, poor,
nothing more
Self on
a fireball

Cut her tongue, don't believe a she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking
Let my heart on the shelf for way too
Sick and tried, picking up from the floor
I saw the line of snakes that to me

So innocent was the
The taste of memories
A bag full of that was
for me and you

No broken dreams
I feel a loaded gun
Spring bullets at your
of mind

Cut her tongue, believe a word she says
on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot feeling
Can't call the doctor, he's as as you and I
I saw the of snakes that came to me

So were the days
The taste of memories
A bag full of that was
for me and you

So innocent was the
The of good memories
A bag of hope that was
for me and you

Counting days 'til over, my friends
it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days it's over, my friends
'Til over, my friends, count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my
'Til over, my friends, count along
Counting 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over that called love

So were the days
The taste of memories
A bag full of that was
for me and you

So innocent the days
The of good memories
A bag of hope that was
for me and you

let it grow,
where it
There in the
where the shadows are
Leave it alone I'm it will find its way
to redeem and
'Cause I know, the rose will find its home