" As he lays a rose on a cold marble stone But the roses heard it all The rose from her garden, the rose in her Bible The roses in the paper on the wall
man's roses And the thrill when we kiss Will be memories of paradise That I'll never miss And yet the hand that brings a rose tonight Is the hand, I will hold For the rose
her roses And where that leaves me God only knows I know, I should tell him To leave me forever But what'll I do if he goes? He's out buying her roses
dozen, 'I'm sorry's' in your hand Victim of your potent charms I took you back with open arms But along with the roses Came the thorns And that's why, red roses
" As he lays a rose on a cold marble atone But the roses heard it all The rose from her garden, the rose in her Bible The roses in the paper on the wall
her roses And where that leaves me God only knows I know I should tell him To leave me forever But what'll I do if he goes He's out buying her roses
dozen I'm sorry's in your hand Victim of your podent charms I took you back with open arms But along with the roses came the thorns And that's why red roses
's roses And the thrill when we kiss Will be memories of paradise That I'll never miss And yet the hand that brings a rose tonight Is the hand that I will hold For the rose
Traducere: Reba McEntire. Un om sărac de trandafiri sau de aur unui om bogat.
Traducere: Reba McEntire. Trandafiri de cumparare ei.
Traducere: Reba McEntire. Trandafiri Rosii.
Traducere: Reba McEntire. Red Roses (nu vor lucra acum).
Traducere: Reba McEntire. Trandafiri.
man's roses And the thrill when we kiss Will be memories of paradise That I'll never miss And yet the hand that brings a rose tonight Is the hand that I will hold For the rose
buying her roses And where that leaves me God only knows I know I should tell him To leave me forever But what'll I do if he goes He's out buying her roses
a dozen I'm sorry's in your hand Victim of your podent charms I took you back with open arms But along with the roses came the thorns And that's why red roses
known" As he lays a rose on a cold marble atone But the roses heard it all The rose from her garden, the rose in her Bible The roses in the paper on the
