Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonely Doll

In to all things petite
pretty and sweet, the doll.
This first i a greet
and to repeat the lonely doll.
A poetry from truth
but imagine the the lonely doll.
For beauty eternally in
those compassion and roots
the doll.
I stumble out of the
and evening June, the lonely doll.
And heard a distant . the . moon
the doll.
my soul with . go with .
the song . the doll.
I follow the and lights
until a ... house, the doll.
And till the wind to sea
a before me, a lonely doll.
to the mirror was she
was it a ., the doll.
Her was of dresses and bows
for a is a curse, the lonely doll.
she .into from a rose
and .tones, the doll.
With brush made of jade and pearl
she .blond curl, the doll.
i saw the .of a
on the tear drops and . the doll.
She went to her bed
and laid down her head, the doll.
She picked up her on and said
something with dread, the doll.
the .was too drunk to sense
i felt .to her sense, the doll.
And turned to leave this
from my black ., the doll.
I that singing doll
and her greaves call, the doll.
and it's a remind to the song
who this wasn't so small, the lonely doll.