Luyện nghe bài hát My Front Door

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
The are only cardboard,
The leaves are of paint,
a riot in the cornfields by the silo,
are on the tightrope,
The a wash of rain,
While the fold like hands around the land.
old folks on the front porch,
With on their knees,
The dogs upon the dash begin to
And each brings me closer,
And before the is over,
I will open my door.
There's a from the squad car,
on the street,
I hear music from the neon-lighted
comfort in the cottage,
There's a for my head,
With foggy dreams of tattoos.
But nothing can me,
There's an in my shoe,
The coffee in my brain to sing.
And each brings me closer,
And the night is over,
I open my front door.
All roads to my house,
Even roads I've 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 like Ts are all behind me;
I'm home the bacon,
Not bumblebees,
I bow and take an exit my street.
The is gently falling,
I see the front light,
The keys in my start to sing,
And each moment me closer,
And the night is over,
I will my front door.