Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

But life is a prison
And it to hear the children laughing
While they their pretty little dreams
And frozen all the
Is a bitter smile
really what it seems

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

Like a silver fool
You were standing at the
In the by the candles
As they

Pressed the mirror
Playing all favourite film stars
Ready for the
would never, never turn

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the whisper in the
When the street gossips meet
The on the fourth 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
The woman on the fourth
He was a happy boy

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