Luyện nghe bài hát She Has Faces

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

And she hears silence is and sound is black
The world is wrapped in a sack
And I leave I close the door
To galaxy of yours

Dropping by I open a 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 world is in TV light
We are out on the floor
Of this galaxy of

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

A top, a jewelry box
Colored tassels in knots
And a porcelain girl
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 piles laid on the floor
And I push my paintbrush
And fill in any empty nail

the window slightly
And up paper off the floor
And I hold my tightly
And fill in any empty nail

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