Luyện nghe bài hát Looking For The Holes

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

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

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

They are six string sing
And wood that hums against my

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

You can talk a philosophy
But if you be kind to people
day
It mean that much to me
It's the little you do
The little you say
It's the love you give the way

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

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

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