Luyện nghe bài hát Holes

Time, all the red lines, that take control
Of all the smoke-like that flow into your dreams
big blue open sea, that can't be crossed

That can't be climbed, just between
Oh, the two white lines, distant Gods an' signs
Of all blinking lights, you had to pick the one tonight

Holes, dug by little moles, angry spies
Got telephones for eyes, to you as friends
All those ends, that can't be tied

Oh, they me laugh, and always make me cry
Till they drop like flies, and sink polished stones
Of all the stones I throw, how that old song go?
How does old song go?

Bands, those funny little plans, that never work right