Luyện nghe bài hát Imagination

I look at of you
Sweat and till the sun comes through
I of things I ought not to

I've hung your memory on the
A life-size ten feet tall
I feel my skin begin to

I see you take a breath
And out of the cameras you through
Is it you

be my imagination
Must be my

Must be the shock of the moon
The of a lonely room
The devil playing that old tune

'cause something strange is to me
Feel in the land of make
look me up and swallow the key

'cause I feel your fingers running my hair
I the human touch of you

Must be my
Must be my