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 moment
Displayed with sad in her room

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

Nothings what it seems
really what it seems

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

Pressed the mirror
Playing all your favourite stars
for the camera
That never, never turn

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

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

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

Now the futile bitter feelings
That you in the middle
You were really given a chance

And the spite that your mind
Hides a heart thats really and kind
And the pulse that races
Each other inquisitive

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

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

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

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