Luyện nghe bài hát The Door Into Summer

With his fool's gold stacked up all him
From a killing in the on the war
The children left King there as they found him
In his counting where nothing counts but more

And he thought he heard the of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a caravan
And the brightly painted line of wagons in the sand
through the door into summer

With his travel logs of next year' places
As a trade-in for a name upon the
And he for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears
As he finds out been no one keeping score

And he thought he heard the of a penny whistle band
And the laughter a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus in the sand
Fading through the door into

Yes, he thought he the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter a distant caravan
And the brightly painted of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the into summer

Fading through the door into
Fading the door into summer
through the door into summer
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