Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonely Doll

In tribute to all petite
pretty and sweet, the doll.
This first i a greet
and desire to repeat the doll.
A poetry from truth
but imagine the the lonely doll.
For beauty in youth
pity compassion and roots
the doll.
I out of the salute
and last June, the lonely doll.
And heard a distant . the . moon
the doll.
my soul with . go with .
the song . the doll.
I the dark and lights
a ... house, the lonely doll.
And the wind goes to sea
a before me, a lonely doll.
Singing to the was she
was it a ., the doll.
Her room was of dresses and
for a doll is a curse, the doll.
she .into breath a rose
and .tones, the doll.
With some brush made of jade and
she .blond curl, the doll.
i saw the .of a
on the drops and . the lonely doll.
She went to her bed
and down her head, the lonely doll.
She picked up her sheep on and
something dread, the lonely doll.
the .was too drunk to make
i .to her sense, the lonely doll.
And turned to leave this
from my ., the lonely doll.
I that singing doll
and her call, the lonely doll.
and it's a remind to the song
who said this so small, the lonely doll.