Luyện nghe bài hát Black Rose

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

Feeling rich, poor,
feeling more
destructive on
a rollercoaster

Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she
on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Let my on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tried, picking up from the dirty
I saw the line of that came to me

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

No more broken
I like a loaded gun
Spring bullets at your
of mind

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

So were the days
The taste of good
A bag of hope that was
for me and you

So was the days
The taste of good
A bag full of hope was
for me and you

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

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

So were the days
The of good memories
A bag full of hope was
for me and you

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

let it grow,
where it
in the dark
where the shadows are
it alone I'm sure it will find its way
to and blossom
'Cause I know, the black rose will find its