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

Oh, they make me laugh, and 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 that old go?

Bands, those funny plans, that never work quite right