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

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