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 blue sea, that can't be crossed

That can't be climbed, just between
Oh, the two white lines, Gods an' faded signs
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 make me laugh, and always me cry
Till they drop like flies, and like polished stones
Of all the I throw, how does that old song go?
How does that old go?

Bands, those funny little plans, that work quite right