Luyện nghe bài hát Looking For The Holes

I am looking for the
The holes in your
I want to know
Are worn out in the seat
Or are they worn out in the

There are so many ways to
we've got before it's gone
To make use of what is
I don't wear anything I wipe my hands on

Do your politics fit the headlines
Are they written in newsprint, are distant
Mine are an empty parking lot
They are a woman home
At

They are six string that
And wood that hums my hipbone

We can't afford to do anyone
we owe them our lives
Each breath is recycled someone else's lungs
Are enemies are the very air in

You can talk a great
But if you can't be kind to
day
It doesn't mean much to me
It's the things you do
The little you say
It's the love you along the way

When we patch up
say a job well done
But we ask why
Where did the rips from
They say we are
And extreme, of
We are just trying to track a problem to its

Because we we can't sit back
And let people to harm
We owe them our
Each breath is recycled from someone lungs
Our enemies are the air
Our are the air

We are looking for the
The in your jeans
we want to know
Are worn out in the seat
Or are they worn out in the