Luyện nghe bài hát My Front Door

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
The trees are cardboard,
The are full of paint,
There's a riot in the by the silo,
are on the tightrope,
The a wash of rain,
While the fences fold hands around the land.
Past old folks on the porch,
babies on their knees,
The upon the dash begin to sing;
And each moment me closer,
And the night is over,
I open my front door.
There's a from the squad car,
on the street,
I hear music the neon-lighted doorway;
comfort in the cottage,
There's a for my head,
With foggy dreams of tattoos.
But nothing can me,
an anvil in my shoe,
The coffee in my begins to sing.
And each moment me closer,
And before the is over,
I will open my door.
All lead to my house,
Even I've never known,
And when I'm out my driveway,
I'm just the scenic route home.
Well, the grass is greener,
I'm on the side,
Bridges crossed Ts are all behind me;
I'm bringing the bacon,
Not bumblebees,
I bow and take an down my street.
The rain is falling,
I see the front light,
The keys in my ignition to sing,
And moment brings me closer,
And before the is over,
I will my front door.