Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

But life is a prison
And it to hear the children laughing
While live their pretty little dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful smile
really what it seems

Nothings really it seems
Nothings really it seems

Like a silver little
You were at the alter
In the by the candles
As they

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

Push the curtain
Of tiny garret window
And glare out on the narrow little

You were in your wedding
expectations more or less
Playing with your dolls any ordinary
Little

light
Candle
you light my way tonight
Candle
Candle
you light my way tonight

Now it's the futile feelings
clutch you in the middle
You were never really given a

And the spite that jabs mind
Hides a heart thats really and kind
And the pulse that with
Each other glance

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

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

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

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