Luyện nghe bài hát Open House

Open now for your fading heart,
your ghost it's time to hide;
Strangers won't when to stop and start
Once fin'ly got inside.

Spir'ling staircase toward dusty mind,
crates and boxes and bags and trunks;
No one cares what dreams they'll find,
All see up there is junk

With dollars from a ragdoll's ear
And dimes for buttons, too,
And flutes and whistles only kids can
And peacock feathers and blue.

Deep depression in a grain,
Afternoons on days;
Once it stacked up well in your brains,
And now it's all some haze

With vandals locks and breaking doors
And smashing all around;
of love and foreign shores
And scrapbook all unbound.

It's open house now for fading heart,
Tell your it's time to hide;
Strangers know when to stop and start
Once they've got inside.