Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

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

But life is a prison
And it to hear the children laughing
they live their pretty little dreams
And all the while
Is a tearful bitter
really what it seems

Nothings what it seems
Nothings what it seems

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

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

Push aside the
Of your tiny garret
And glare out on the little world

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

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

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

And the spite that your mind
Hides a thats really warm and kind
And the pulse that races
Each inquisitive glance

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

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

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

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