Luyện nghe bài hát The Ticket

We came the future
By way of the past.
Time was an river
the ice cracked.
And now free from the floe
Of we were trapped
So we can from the future
And go by the past.

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

Tossed an old vagabond.

He's got a through his nose,
And a drum his hands.
The future
Or maybe year's new Burning Man?

Does everything sort of
the old sort of get new?
And is time like a
Whose coils confound and you?

Tossed in a
Of time an old vagabond.

in a tangle
Of time an old vagabond.