Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

But this is a prison
And it hurts to the children laughing
While they live their pretty dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful bitter
Nothing's really it seems

Nothing's really it seems
Nothing's really it seems

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

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

Push aside the
Of tiny garret window
And glare out on the little world

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

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

Now it's the bitter feelings
That clutch you in the
You were really given a chance

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

You always the outsider
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 fourth
He was such a boy

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

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