Luyện nghe bài hát The Ticket

We from the future
By way of the past.
Time was an river
the ice cracked.
And now we're from the floe
Of which we were
So we can come the future
And go by the past.

I bought my
For the century.
We started
a hole in history.
the desert,
Euripides.
Tossed in a
Of time an old vagabond.
I my ticket
For the century.
A circuit
And a new history.
the desert,
Euripides.
Tossed in a
Of like an old vagabond.

like an old vagabond.

He's got a bone his nose,
And a drum his hands.
The future
Or maybe last year's new Burning

Does everything sort of
Does the old sort of get
And is time a river?
coils confound and confuse you?

Tossed in a
Of time an old vagabond.

Lost in a
Of like an old vagabond.