Luyện nghe bài hát She Has Faces

She has up in her bedroom
And they gaze down on her her slumber
A black bead under her pillow
And when it thunders she it tightly

And she silence is white 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 a window as the breeze blows in
The are butterflies
And we hear the church bells ring out on a
And all of their left us singing

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

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

A dresser top, a box
Colored tied in knots
And a porcelain girl
A box ballet for us

And your night is a star, or a firefly
leads my gaze up to the ceiling
Wondering if you that it's the sky

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

the window slightly
And pick up off the floor
And I hold my paintbrush
And fill in any empty nail

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