Luyện nghe bài hát Door

There's a
Handle's
Made of & brass
And door it used to lead
Into is now my past
If you were to have opened this
It have lead you on to a floor
Where my mother had played almost 50 before

& bolts galore
Croquet in drawers
Badminton nets &
All Frank's

Walls get built once there weren't any there
get locked & door knobs fall off
Wood-carved roads, chip-rock rues, so the screws
But the of my heart
Late at unlocks the lock
thru the wall
Sits down with my mother & plays a of ball

& bolts galore
Croquet balls in
Badminton nets &
All undergarments

a door
Handle's