Luyện nghe bài hát She Has Faces

She has faces up in her
And gaze down on her guarding her slumber
A black bead under her pillow
And when it thunders she clutches it

And she hears silence is and sound is black
The world is wrapped in a paper
And when I leave I close the
To this of yours

Dropping by I open a window as the blows in
The curtains are
And we hear the church ring out on a hill
And all of their left us singing

is black, the room is bright
Our world is in TV light
We are out on the floor
Of this of yours

all of your heroes waiting
In paper piles on the floor
And I push my paintbrush
And fill in any nail holes

A top, a jewelry box
Colored tassels tied in
And a porcelain danced
A box ballet for us

And your night is a star, or a firefly
That leads my gaze up to the
Wondering if you think that the sky

With all of heroes waiting
In piles laid on the floor
And I push my lightly
And fill in any empty nail

the window slightly
And up paper off the floor
And I hold my paintbrush
And fill in any nail holes

Open the slightly
the window slightly
Open the slightly
Open the slightly
Open the slightly