Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

She writes him a letter to see how doing
stopped up for words on a pen she keeps chewing
The light from the window flows her graying hair
The pen on the page is the proof that she still care

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

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

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

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

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

She walks in the morning, it's before 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

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

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

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