Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her dull
That around the twilight of her tomb
Clutching her little
That a happy moment
with sad affection in her room

But life is a prison
And it hurts to hear the laughing
While they their pretty little dreams
And all the while
Is a bitter smile
really what it seems

Nothing's really what it
Nothing's really what it

a silver little fool
You standing at the alter
In the by the candles
As burn

Pressed the mirror
Playing all your favourite stars
for the camera
That would never, turn

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

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

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

Now it's the futile feelings
That you in the middle
You were never really a chance

And the that jabs your mind
a heart that's really warm and kind
And the pulse that with
Each inquisitive glance

You were always the
And they set you up a
To be another cuddly toy

And the in the street
When the street gossips meet
The woman on the floor
He was such a boy

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

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