Luyện nghe bài hát Isabel

So now the are rolling by,
and its not long since you and I could been train drivers and astronauts.
And now were stuck in ruts,
but yet the thing that really cuts is that we remember how we got caught.
Filtered air, screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens
count your blessings, breathe, and count to ten.
And it doesnt often show, we are scared
because we know our forefathers were and fishermen.
And so the world has changed, worse or 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 soft and
and working seven days a week at these salvation schemes are bound to fail.
And Ill admit that I am scared of what I understand.
But darling, if there, gentle voice and soothing hands,
to quiet my despair, to up all my plans, darling, if youre there...
And so the has changed, and I must change as well.
The machines weve will damn us into hell.
And the will come when all must save themselves.
I will save my in the arms of Isabel.