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 the lonely doll.
A poetry from truth
but imagine the suit the doll.
For beauty in youth
those pity and roots
the doll.
I out of the salute
and evening June, the lonely doll.
And a distant . under the . moon
the doll.
my with . go with . dolls
the song . the doll.
I follow the dark and
a ... house, the lonely doll.
And the wind goes to sea
a doll before me, a doll.
to the mirror was she
was it a ., the doll.
Her room was of and bows
for a is a curse, the lonely doll.
she .into breath from a
and .tones, the doll.
With brush made of jade and pearl
she .blond curl, the doll.
i saw the .of a
on the tear and . the lonely doll.
She went to her bed
and laid down her head, the doll.
She up her sheep on and said
something dread, the lonely doll.
the .was too drunk to make
i felt .to her sense, the doll.
And turned to leave this
my black ., the lonely doll.
I remember singing doll
and her greaves call, the doll.
and it's a little remind to the
who said this so small, the lonely doll.