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 chewing
The light from the window flows through her hair
The pen on the page is the proof she still does care

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

He sits in the park in the dark by his favourite
His mind is all in a haze 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

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

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

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

She walks in the morning, it's best before
that time of day that seems closest to heaven
She finds herself dancing and singing songs out
Songs from her suddenly come 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 his living
He's gone where going, he gave what he's giving
The thousand and one times, he (said? ) before
The thousand and two times, (their ) growing thinner

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