Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She in and out of her dull imagination
That around the twilight of her tomb
Clutching her little
That represent a happy
Displayed sad affection in her room

But this is a prison
And it hurts to the children laughing
they live their pretty little dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful bitter
really what it seems

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now it's the bitter feelings
That you in the middle
You were never really a chance

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

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

And the in the street
When the street corner gossips
The on the fourth floor
He was a happy boy

The on the fourth floor
He was a happy 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
light
Candle
Won't you light my way
light
Candle
Won't you my way tonight