Luyện nghe bài hát She Has Faces

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

And she silence is white and sound is black
The world is in a paper sack
And when I leave I close the
To this galaxy of

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 echoes left us singing

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

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

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

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

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

the window slightly
And pick up paper off the
And I hold my paintbrush
And fill in any empty holes

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