Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her imagination
That floats the twilight of her tomb
Clutching her treasures
That a happy moment
Displayed with sad affection in her

But this life is a
And it hurts to the children laughing
While they live their little dreams
And frozen all the
Is a tearful bitter
Nothings really it seems

Nothings what it seems
Nothings really it seems

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

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

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

You in your wedding dress
expectations more or less
Playing with your dolls like any
Little

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

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

And the that jabs your mind
a heart thats really warm and kind
And the pulse that races
Each other glance

You always the outsider
And they set you up a
To be just cuddly toy

And the whisper in the
When the street corner gossips
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 such a boy

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