Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her imagination
That around the twilight of her tomb
Clutching her little
That represent a moment
with sad affection in her room

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

Nothing's really it seems
Nothing's really what it

a silver little fool
You standing at the alter
In the tides by the
As they

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

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

You were in wedding dress
Great expectations more or
Playing with your like any ordinary
girl

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

Now it's the futile feelings
clutch you in the middle
You were really given a chance

And the spite that your mind
Hides a heart that's really warm and
And the that races with
Each inquisitive glance

You were always the
And set you up a childhood
To be just cuddly toy

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

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

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