Luyện nghe bài hát Holes

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

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

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

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

Bands, those funny little plans, that work quite right