Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

She him a letter to see how he's doing
She's stopped up for on a pen she keeps chewing
The light from the window through her graying hair
The pen on the page is the proof she still does care

in the long run the story's told
And in the long run the grow very, very old

He sits in the in the dark by his favourite tree
His mind is all lost in a haze of how used to be
She him so far but then had to let him go
He wanted one more at least to let her know

'cause in the run the heat grows cold
And in the long run the young grow very, old

He doesn't do much now, just sits by the window
His is so long and his unshaven face so white
His heart feels a part of the breeze is blowing outside
His now see magic around him at most times

in the long run the story's told
And in the long run the grow very, very old

She walks in the morning, it's best seven
It's that time of day that seems closest to
She finds dancing and singing songs out loud
Songs from her childhood suddenly around

in the long run the farm gets sold
And in the long run the young very, very old

He's ready to go now, he's done with his
He's gone where he's going, he what he's giving
The thousand and one times, he (said? ) dinner
The thousand and two times, (their lives? ) growing

'cause in the run the story's told
And in the long run the young very, very old