Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

But life is a prison
And it hurts to hear the children
While they live their pretty little
And frozen all the
Is a tearful bitter
Nothings what it seems

Nothings what it seems
really what it seems

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

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

aside the curtain
Of tiny garret window
And glare out on the little world

You in your wedding dress
Great expectations or less
Playing with your like any ordinary
girl

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

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

And the spite that jabs your
Hides a heart thats really warm and
And the pulse that with
Each other glance

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

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

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

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