Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her dull
That floats around the twilight of her
Clutching her treasures
represent a happy moment
Displayed with sad affection in her

But life is a prison
And it hurts to the children laughing
they live their pretty little dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful smile
Nothing's really it seems

really what it seems
Nothing's really what it

Like a little fool
You were standing at the
In the tides by the
As burn

against the mirror
Playing all your favourite stars
Ready for the
That would never, never

Push the curtain
Of your tiny window
And glare out on the narrow world

You were in your wedding
Great more or less
Playing with dolls like any ordinary
Little

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

Now it's the futile feelings
That you in the middle
You were never given a chance

And the spite jabs your mind
a heart that's really warm and kind
And the pulse races with
other inquisitive glance

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

And the in the street
When the street corner meet
The woman on the fourth
He was such a boy

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

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