Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

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

Nothings really it seems
really what it seems

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

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

Push the curtain
Of tiny garret window
And out on the narrow little world

You were in your dress
Great expectations more or
Playing with your like any ordinary
girl

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

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

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

You always the outsider
And set you up a childhood
To be another cuddly toy

And the in the street
When the corner gossips meet
The woman on the floor
He was such a boy

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

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