Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her dull
That floats around the of her tomb
her little treasures
That represent a happy
Displayed with sad affection in her

But this is a prison
And it hurts to the children laughing
While they their pretty little dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful bitter
Nothings really what it

Nothings really what it
Nothings really what it

Like a silver little
You were standing at the
In the tides by the
As they

Pressed against the
all your favourite film stars
Ready for the
would never, never turn

Push aside the
Of your garret window
And out on the narrow little world

You were in wedding dress
Great expectations or less
Playing your dolls like any ordinary
girl

Candle
bright
Won't you light my way
light
Candle
you light my way tonight

Now it's the futile bitter
That clutch you in the
You were never really a chance

And the spite that jabs your
a heart thats really warm and kind
And the pulse races with
other inquisitive glance

You were the outsider
And they set you up a
To be just cuddly toy

And the in the street
When the street gossips meet
The on the fourth floor
He was a happy boy

The woman on the fourth
He was a happy boy
The woman on the floor
He was a happy boy
The woman on the floor
He was such a boy

light
Candle
Won't you my way tonight
Candle
bright
Won't you my way tonight
light
Candle
Won't you my way tonight