Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

But this life is a
And it hurts to hear the laughing
While they live their pretty little
And all the while
Is a tearful bitter
Nothing's what it seems

really what it seems
Nothing's what it seems

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

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

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

You were in your wedding
Great expectations or less
with your dolls like any ordinary
Little

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

Now it's the bitter feelings
That clutch you in the
You were never really given a

And the spite that jabs your
Hides a heart that's really and kind
And the pulse that with
Each other glance

You were always the
And they set you up a
To be just another toy

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

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

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