🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: She (Notting Hill OST) - Elvis Costello

  may be the face I can't forget
 The  of pleasure or regret
 Maybe my treasure or the price  have to pay
 She may be the song  summer sings
 May be the chill that autumn 
  be a hundred different things
  the measure of a day
 
 She may be the beauty  the beast
 May be the famine or the 
  turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
 She may be the mirror of  dreams
 A  reflected in a stream
 She  not be what she may seem
  her shell....
 
 She, who always seems so  in a crowd
 Whose eyes can be so private and  proud
 No one's allowed to  them when they cry
  maybe the love that cannot hope to last
 May  to me from shadows in the past
 That I  'till the day I die
 
 She maybe  reason I survive
  why and wherefore I'm alive
 The one I care for through the rough  ready years
 
 Me, I'll  the laughter and her tears
  make them all my souvenirs
 For where she  I've got to be
 The  of my life is
 She....She
 Oh, she....