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 fold like hands around the land.
Past old on the front porch,
With babies on knees,
The dogs upon the dash begin to
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 hear music from the doorway;
Sweet in the cottage,
a pillow for my head,
With foggy of macram tattoos.
But nothing can me,
an anvil in my shoe,
The coffee in my begins to sing.
And each brings me closer,
And the night 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 just taking the scenic home.
Well, the is getting greener,
I'm on the side,
Bridges crossed Ts are all behind me;
I'm home the bacon,
Not bumblebees,
I bow and take an down my street.
The is gently falling,
I see the front light,
The keys in my ignition to sing,
And each brings me closer,
And before the is over,
I open my front door.