Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

But this is a prison
And it hurts to the children laughing
While they live pretty little dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful smile
Nothings really it seems

Nothings really it seems
Nothings what it seems

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

against the mirror
Playing all your favourite film
for the camera
That would never, turn

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

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

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

Now the futile bitter feelings
That clutch you in the
You were never given a chance

And the spite jabs your mind
Hides a heart thats really warm and
And the pulse that races
Each other glance

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

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

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

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