Luyện nghe bài hát She Has Faces

She has up in her bedroom
And gaze down on her guarding her slumber
A bead rosary under her pillow
And it thunders she clutches it tightly

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

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

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

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

A dresser top, a box
tassels tied in knots
And a porcelain danced
A music box for us

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

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

the window slightly
And pick up paper off the
And I my paintbrush tightly
And in any empty nail holes

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