Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

But life is a prison
And it hurts to hear the children
While they live pretty little dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful smile
really what it seems

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

Like a silver little
You standing at the alter
In the by the candles
As burn

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

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

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

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

Now it's the futile bitter
That you in the middle
You were really given a chance

And the spite that jabs mind
Hides a that's really warm and kind
And the pulse races with
Each other glance

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

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

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

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