Luyện nghe bài hát The Ticket

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

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

like an old vagabond.

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

Does sort of repeat?
Does the old of get new?
And is time a river?
Whose coils and confuse you?

Tossed in a
Of like an old vagabond.

in a tangle
Of time an old vagabond.