Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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