Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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