Luyện nghe bài hát The Key

From behind the door, I a breeze
A scent of living, was meant to please me
From behind the door I a whisper as
as a picture, carved from water
As I slide the iron plate the handle
A shaft of hits me like a million candles
I see the forest, a ballroom, I see an street
Like a thousand ready to complete

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

I the key etc.

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

I see every colour and that aren't invented
I see golden medals that are yet to be
For the only time I get from torment
I cannot touch, I can see
But the pure desire, to touch this scent
But to up the door, I need

I the key etc.

Pure desire to touch the living etc.

I the key (to fade)