Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her imagination
That floats around the twilight of her
her little treasures
That represent a moment
Displayed with sad in her room

But this life is a
And it hurts to hear the laughing
While they live their pretty dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful bitter
Nothings really what it

Nothings really what it
really what it seems

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

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

Push aside the
Of tiny garret window
And glare out on the narrow little

You were in your dress
Great more or less
Playing with your dolls like any
girl

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

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

And the spite that jabs mind
a heart thats really warm and kind
And the pulse races with
Each other inquisitive

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

And the in the street
When the street corner gossips
The woman on the floor
He was such a 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
bright
Won't you my way tonight
light
Candle
Won't you light my way
light
Candle
Won't you light my way