Luyện nghe bài hát Holes

Time, all the long red lines, that take
Of all the streams that flow into your dreams
That big blue open sea, that can't be

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

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

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

Bands, those little plans, that never work quite right