Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

She writes him a to see how he's doing
She's stopped up for words on a pen she keeps
The light from the window flows through her graying
The pen on the is the proof that she still does care

'cause in the long run the story's
And in the run the young 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 chance at least to let her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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