Luyện nghe bài hát My Front Door

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
The are only cardboard,
The leaves are of paint,
There's a riot in the by the silo,
are on the tightrope,
The cars a of rain,
the fences fold like hands around the land.
Past old on the front porch,
babies on their knees,
The dogs the dash begin to sing;
And each moment me closer,
And the night is over,
I will my front door.
a silence from the squad car,
on the street,
I music from 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 in my brain begins to sing.
And moment brings me closer,
And the night is over,
I will open my door.
All lead to my house,
roads I've never known,
And I'm backing out my driveway,
I'm just taking the route home.
Well, the is getting greener,
I'm on the side,
crossed like Ts are all behind me;
I'm home the bacon,
Not bumblebees,
I bow and an exit down my street.
The rain is falling,
I see the porch light,
The in my ignition start to sing,
And each moment me closer,
And before the is over,
I will open my door.