Luyện nghe bài hát The Door Into Summer

With his gold stacked up all around him
From a in the market on the war
The children King Midas there as they found him
In his house where nothing counts but more

And he thought he the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus in the sand
through the door into summer

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

And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle
And the laughter from a distant
And the brightly painted of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door summer

Yes, he thought he heard the of a penny whistle band
And the from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of wagons in the sand
Fading through the door summer

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