Luyện nghe bài hát Looking For The Holes

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

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

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

They are six string that
And that hums against my hipbone

We afford to do anyone harm
Because we owe them our
Each breath is recycled from someone else's
Are are the very 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 things you say
It's the love you along the way

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

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

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