Luyện nghe bài hát Isabel

So now the years are by,
and its not long since you and I could have been train and astronauts.
And now were in furnished ruts,
but yet the thing that really cuts is that we cant how we got caught.
Filtered air, screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens
count your blessings, then breathe, and to ten.
And though it often show, we are scared
because we our forefathers were famers and fishermen.
And so the world has changed, or betters hard to tell,
but my hope remains the arms of Isabel.
So now our calloused hands told a story honest
as its old of sowing and setting sail.
But now our hands are and weak
and working seven days a week at these salvation that are bound to fail.
And Ill admit that I am scared of I dont understand.
But darling, if youre there, gentle voice and hands,
to quiet my despair, to up all my plans, darling, if youre there...
And so the world has changed, and I change as well.
The machines made will damn us into hell.
And the time will come when all save themselves.
I save my soul in the arms of Isabel.