Luyện nghe bài hát Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her imagination
That around the twilight of her tomb
her little treasures
That a happy moment
Displayed sad affection in her room

But this is a prison
And it hurts to hear the laughing
While they live their little dreams
And frozen all the
Is a tearful bitter
really what it seems

Nothings really it seems
Nothings really what it

Like a silver fool
You standing at the alter
In the by the candles
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 glare out on the narrow little

You in your wedding dress
expectations more or less
Playing your dolls like any ordinary
Little

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

Now the futile bitter feelings
clutch you in the middle
You were never really a chance

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

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

And the in the street
When the corner gossips meet
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
The on the fourth floor
He was a happy boy

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