Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She in and out of her dull imagination
floats around the twilight of her tomb
Clutching her little
represent a happy moment
Displayed with sad in her room

But this life is a
And it hurts to hear the children
While they live their pretty dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful bitter
Nothings really what it

Nothings really it seems
Nothings really what it

a silver little fool
You were standing at the
In the by the candles
As burn

Pressed against the
Playing all favourite film stars
for the camera
That would never, turn

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

You were in your dress
expectations 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 it's the futile bitter
That clutch you in the
You were never really a chance

And the spite that jabs your
Hides a heart really 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 in the street
When the street corner meet
The on the fourth floor
He was a happy boy

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

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