Luyện nghe bài hát The Key

From behind the door, I a breeze
A scent of living, that was to please me
behind the door I hear a whisper as
Soft as a picture, carved from
As I slide the plate below the handle
A shaft of hits me like a million candles
I see the forest, a ballroom, I see an empty
Like a thousand puzzles ready to

I see colour and colours that aren't invented
I see medals that are yet to be presented
For the only time I get pleasure torment
I touch, I can only see
But the pure desire, to the living scent
But to up the door, I need

I the key etc.

On statuette, are you defending
Your marble smile, seems kinda
try the patience of an impatient man
If you fight, don't fight a man that can

I see colour and colours that aren't invented
I see golden medals are yet to be presented
For the only time I get pleasure torment
I touch, I can only see
But the pure desire, to touch living scent
But to up the door, I need

I the key etc.

Pure desire to touch the scent etc.

I the key (to fade)