Hedge Rose
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- 頂級玩家
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There's a tale that's ripe for telling,
Bout a fragrant flower dwelling.
And a massage quite compelling.
Heed the warning listen well!Heed the warning,listen well!
Once a boy a wild rose spied in a hedge row growing.
Fresh in all her youthful pride,ah,to have her by his side,
Joy his heart over flowing.
Little wild rose wild red rose,in the garden there she grows.
Said the boy,"I'll gather thee,from the hedge row growing."
Said the rose,"Then I'll pierce thee,so that you'll remember me."
Thus her thorn be stowing.
Little wild rose wild red rose,in the garden there she grows.
Here's a massage,you must hear now,
As we sing it,loud and clear now.
Ah,the lovely rose we fear now,
For her thorn is drawing near.Yes,her thorn is drawing near!
Little wild rose wild red rose,in the garden there she grows.
Thought lessly he plucked the rose in the hedge row growing.
But her thorns their spears oppose,
Sadly he laments his woes,
Painbeyond his knowing.
Little wild rose wild red rose,in the garden there she grows.
There's a moral to our tale now.
For if beauty,shall prevail now.
Though the rose we long to clutch,
We can look but dare not touch,
We can look but dare not touch!
Bout a fragrant flower dwelling.
And a massage quite compelling.
Heed the warning listen well!Heed the warning,listen well!
Once a boy a wild rose spied in a hedge row growing.
Fresh in all her youthful pride,ah,to have her by his side,
Joy his heart over flowing.
Little wild rose wild red rose,in the garden there she grows.
Said the boy,"I'll gather thee,from the hedge row growing."
Said the rose,"Then I'll pierce thee,so that you'll remember me."
Thus her thorn be stowing.
Little wild rose wild red rose,in the garden there she grows.
Here's a massage,you must hear now,
As we sing it,loud and clear now.
Ah,the lovely rose we fear now,
For her thorn is drawing near.Yes,her thorn is drawing near!
Little wild rose wild red rose,in the garden there she grows.
Thought lessly he plucked the rose in the hedge row growing.
But her thorns their spears oppose,
Sadly he laments his woes,
Painbeyond his knowing.
Little wild rose wild red rose,in the garden there she grows.
There's a moral to our tale now.
For if beauty,shall prevail now.
Though the rose we long to clutch,
We can look but dare not touch,
We can look but dare not touch!
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