Luyện nghe bài hát Holes

Time, all the long red lines, take control
Of all the smoke-like that flow into your dreams
That big blue open sea, that be crossed

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

Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous
Got telephones for eyes, to you as friends
All those endless ends, that 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 quite