Luyện nghe bài hát Holes

Time, all the red lines, that take control
Of all the smoke-like streams that flow 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 blinking lights, you had to the one tonight

Holes, dug by moles, angry jealous spies
Got for eyes, come to you as friends
All those endless ends, that be tied

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

Bands, those funny plans, that never work quite right