Luyện nghe bài hát She Has Faces

She has faces up in her
And they gaze on her guarding her slumber
A bead rosary under her pillow
And when it thunders she it tightly

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

by I open 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

Silence is black, the is bright
Our world is basking in TV
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 in any empty nail holes

A top, a jewelry box
Colored tassels in knots
And a porcelain danced
A music box for us

And night light is a star, or a firefly
That my gaze up to the ceiling
Wondering if you think it's the sky

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

Open the window
And up paper off the floor
And I my paintbrush tightly
And in any empty nail holes

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