Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

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

Nothings really what it
Nothings really it seems

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

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

aside the curtain
Of your tiny garret
And out on the narrow little world

You were in your wedding
expectations more or less
Playing with your dolls any ordinary
girl

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

Now it's the futile bitter
clutch you in the middle
You never really given a chance

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

You always the outsider
And they set you up a
To be just cuddly toy

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

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

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