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 flows through her graying hair
The pen on the page is the proof that she does care

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

He sits in the in the dark by his favourite tree
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 chance at least to let her know

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

He doesn't do much now, just sits by the 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 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 before
It's that time of day that closest to heaven
She finds herself dancing and singing out loud
Songs from her suddenly come around

'cause in the run the farm 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 where he's going, he gave what he's giving
The thousand and one times, he (said? ) dinner
The thousand and two times, (their ) growing thinner

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