Luyện nghe bài hát Isabel

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