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 ways to wear
What got before it's gone
To make use of what is
I don't anything I can't wipe my hands on

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

They are six string sing
And wood hums against 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 air in disguise

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

When we things up
They say a job done
But we ask why
did the rips come from
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 our lives
Each breath is recycled from else's lungs
Our are the very 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