Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

But life is a prison
And it hurts to the children laughing
While they live their pretty dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful bitter
really what it seems

Nothings what it seems
Nothings really what it

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

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

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

You in your wedding dress
Great expectations more or
Playing your dolls like any ordinary
Little

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

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

And the that jabs your mind
Hides a heart really warm and kind
And the that races with
Each other glance

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

And the whisper in the
When the corner gossips meet
The on the fourth floor
He was such a boy

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

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