Luyện nghe bài hát She Has Faces

She has faces up in her
And they down on her guarding her slumber
A black bead rosary her pillow
And when it thunders she it tightly

And she hears silence is white and sound is
The world is wrapped in a paper
And when I I close the door
To this of yours

Dropping by I open a window as the breeze in
The are butterflies
And we hear the church ring out on a hill
And all of their echoes left us

is black, the room is bright
Our world is basking in TV
We are out on the floor
Of galaxy of yours

With all of heroes waiting
In paper laid on the floor
And I my paintbrush lightly
And fill in any empty nail

A dresser top, a box
Colored tied in knots
And a porcelain girl
A box ballet for us

And your night is a star, or a firefly
That leads my up to the ceiling
if you think that it's the sky

With all of heroes waiting
In paper piles on the floor
And I push my lightly
And fill in any empty holes

Open the slightly
And up paper off the floor
And I hold my paintbrush
And in any empty nail holes

Open the window
Open the slightly
Open the slightly
Open the slightly
Open the slightly