Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

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

really what it seems
Nothings really it seems

Like a silver little
You were at the alter
In the by the candles
As burn

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

Push the curtain
Of your tiny window
And glare out on the narrow little

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

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

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

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

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

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

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