Luyện nghe bài hát Isabel

So now the years are by,
and its not since you and I could have been train drivers and astronauts.
And now were stuck in ruts,
but yet the thing really cuts is that we cant remember how we got caught.
Filtered air, computer screens, sighs and might-have-beens
count your blessings, then breathe, and to ten.
And though it doesnt often show, we are
because we know our forefathers 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 hands told a story honest
as its old of sowing seeds and sail.
But now our hands are soft and
and working seven days a week at these salvation that are bound to fail.
And Ill that I am scared 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 change as well.
The machines weve made will damn us hell.
And the time will come when all must themselves.
I will my soul in the arms of Isabel.