Luyện nghe bài hát My Front Door

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
The are only cardboard,
The are full of paint,
There's a in the cornfields 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,
With on their knees,
The dogs upon the dash begin to
And moment brings me closer,
And before the is over,
I open my front door.
There's a silence the squad car,
on the street,
I hear music from the doorway;
Sweet in the cottage,
a pillow for my head,
With foggy of macram tattoos.
But nothing can me,
There's an in my shoe,
The coffee in my begins to sing.
And each moment me closer,
And before the is over,
I open my front door.
All lead to my house,
Even I've never known,
And I'm backing out my driveway,
I'm taking the scenic route home.
Well, the grass is greener,
I'm on the side,
crossed like Ts are all behind me;
I'm bringing the bacon,
Not bumblebees,
I bow and take an exit my street.
The is gently falling,
I see the porch light,
The keys in my start to sing,
And moment brings me closer,
And before the is over,
I will my front door.