Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her imagination
That floats around the of her tomb
Clutching her treasures
That represent a moment
Displayed with sad in her room

But this life is a
And it hurts to hear the laughing
While they live their pretty dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful bitter
really what it seems

Nothing's what it seems
really what it seems

Like a silver little
You were at the alter
In the tides by the
As burn

Pressed against the
Playing all your favourite stars
for the camera
That would never, turn

Push aside the
Of your garret window
And glare out on the narrow world

You were in wedding dress
Great expectations more or
with your dolls like any ordinary
Little

light
Candle
Won't you light my way
Candle
Candle
Won't you light my way

Now the futile bitter feelings
That clutch you in the
You were never really a chance

And the spite that jabs mind
Hides a heart that's really and kind
And the pulse that with
Each other inquisitive

You were always the
And they set you up a
To be another cuddly toy

And the in the street
the street corner gossips meet
The woman on the fourth
He was a happy boy

The woman on the floor
He was such a boy
The woman on the fourth
He was such a boy
The on the fourth floor
He was a happy boy

light
Candle
Won't you light my way
Candle
bright
Won't you my way tonight
Candle
Candle
you light my way tonight