Luyện nghe bài hát She Has Faces

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

And she hears silence is white and is black
The is wrapped in a paper sack
And when I I close the door
To this of yours

Dropping by I 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 left us

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

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

A dresser top, a box
Colored tassels in knots
And a girl danced
A box ballet for us

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

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

Open the slightly
And pick up paper off the
And I my paintbrush tightly
And fill in any empty holes

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