Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

But this life is a
And it hurts to hear the laughing
While they live their little dreams
And frozen all the
Is a tearful bitter
Nothings what it seems

Nothings really what it
Nothings really it seems

Like a silver fool
You standing at the alter
In the by the candles
As they

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

aside the curtain
Of your tiny window
And glare out on the narrow world

You were in wedding dress
Great expectations or less
with your dolls like any ordinary
Little

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

Now it's the bitter feelings
That you in the middle
You never really given a chance

And the spite that your mind
Hides a heart thats warm and kind
And the pulse that with
Each inquisitive glance

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

And the whisper in the
the street corner gossips meet
The woman on the fourth
He was such a boy

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

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