Luyện nghe bài hát Door

There's a
cold
Made of iron &
And door it used to lead
Into what is now my
If you were to have opened door
It have lead you on to a floor
Where my mother had played 50 years before

& bolts galore
Croquet balls in
nets & racquets
All undergarments

Walls get built where once there any there
Locks get locked & door knobs off
Wood-carved roads, rues, so turn the screws
But the weasel of my
Late at night unlocks the
Walks the wall
Sits down with my & plays a game of ball

Nuts & galore
Croquet in drawers
Badminton & racquets
All Frank's

a door
Handle's