Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

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

Nothings really what it
Nothings what it seems

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

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

Push aside the
Of your garret window
And glare out on the narrow little

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

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

Now it's the bitter feelings
clutch you in the middle
You were never given a chance

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

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

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

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

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