Luyện nghe bài hát She Has Faces

She has up in her bedroom
And they gaze down on her her slumber
A black bead rosary under her
And when it she clutches it tightly

And she hears is white and sound is black
The world is wrapped in a sack
And when I leave I close the
To this galaxy of

Dropping by I open a as the breeze blows in
The curtains are
And we hear the bells ring out on a hill
And all of echoes left us singing

Silence is black, the is bright
Our is basking in TV light
We are out on the floor
Of this of yours

With all of your waiting
In piles laid on the floor
And I push my paintbrush
And fill in any nail holes

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

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

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

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

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