Luyện nghe bài hát Through the Eyes of Grace

Grace and John are in their morning
He at the paper: she looks straight ahead
Neither one is hungry, but they to be fed.
Yesterday the came by to see them,
30 years of holding on,
Lift a loving cup, a cup of one.

Look across the table John, look the table to me;
Theres still a girl in the old girls face.
Look the table honey.
So the day begins, the eyes of Grace.

at night, when she can hear him sleeping,
Reaching in the for a dream or two;
What she doesnt is that hes dreaming too,
Something in the will remind her;
Something bout the moonlight on the bed;
Women dont get older, just a shade of red.

Tell me what to do Johnny, tell me what to do all this freedom!
Tell me what to do Honey, me what to do bout all my dreamin!
Just to catch his eye when shes not looking, to be surprised by such an old idea.
Just to see your life thought the eyes of Grace.

Look across the table John, across the table to me;
Theres still a girl in the old girls face.
More than a memory.
So the day begins, through the of Grace.