Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her dull
That floats around the twilight of her
Clutching her treasures
That represent a moment
with sad affection in her room

But life is a prison
And it hurts to the children laughing
While they their pretty little dreams
And all the while
Is a bitter smile
Nothings really it seems

Nothings what it seems
Nothings really what it

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

Pressed against the
all your favourite film stars
Ready for the
That never, never turn

Push aside the
Of your tiny window
And glare out on the little world

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

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

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

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

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

And the in the street
the street corner gossips meet
The on the fourth floor
He was such a boy

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

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