Luyện nghe bài hát Looking For The Holes

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

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

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

They are six string that
And wood that hums my hipbone

We can't to do anyone harm
Because we owe our lives
Each is recycled from 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 doesn't mean that to me
It's the things you do
The little you say
It's the love you give the way

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

Because we know we sit back
And let come to harm
We owe them our
Each breath is recycled someone else's lungs
Our enemies are the air
Our are the air

We are for the holes
The holes in jeans
we want to know
Are worn out in the seat
Or are worn out in the knees