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

in the long run the story's told
And in the long run the young grow 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

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

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

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 out loud
Songs from her childhood suddenly come

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

He's ready to go now, 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 and two times, (their lives? ) growing thinner

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