Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

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

Nothings really what it
Nothings really what it

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

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

Push aside the
Of your garret window
And glare out on the narrow world

You in your wedding dress
Great expectations or less
Playing your dolls like any ordinary
Little

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

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

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

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

And the whisper in the
When the street corner meet
The woman on the fourth
He was a happy boy

The woman on the fourth
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

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