Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her dull
That floats the twilight of her tomb
Clutching her little
That represent a moment
Displayed sad affection in her room

But life is a prison
And it hurts to hear the laughing
While they live pretty little dreams
And frozen all the
Is a tearful bitter
Nothing's really what it

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

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

Pressed the mirror
Playing all favourite film stars
for the camera
That never, never turn

Push the curtain
Of tiny garret window
And glare out on the little world

You were in your wedding
expectations more or less
Playing with dolls like any ordinary
girl

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

Now the futile bitter feelings
That you in the middle
You never really given a chance

And the spite that your mind
Hides a heart that's warm and kind
And the pulse that races
Each other glance

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

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

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

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