Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

She writes him a letter to see how he's
She's stopped up for words on a pen she keeps
The from the window flows through her graying 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 park in the 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 one more chance at least to let her know

'cause in the long run the heat grows
And in the long run the young very, 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 part of the breeze that is blowing
His now see magic around him at most times

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

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

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

He's ready to go now, done with his living
He's gone 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 run the story's told
And in the long run the young very, very old