Luyện nghe bài hát Looking For The Holes

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

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

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

They are six that sing
And that hums against my hipbone

We afford to do anyone harm
we owe them our lives
Each is recycled from someone else's lungs
Are enemies are the air in disguise

You can talk a philosophy
But if you can't be to people
day
It doesn't mean that to me
It's the things you do
The things you say
the love you give along the way

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

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

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