Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

She writes him a letter to see how he's
stopped up for words on a pen she keeps chewing
The light from the window flows her graying hair
The pen on the page is the proof that she still care

'cause in the run the story's told
And in the long run the young very, very old

He sits in the in the dark by his favourite tree
His mind is all lost in a haze of how things to be
She carried him so far but had to let him go
He wanted one more chance at to let her know

'cause in the long run the heat grows
And in the long run the young grow very, old

He doesn't do much now, just sits by the light
His is so long and his unshaven face so white
His heart feels a part of the breeze is blowing outside
His eyes now see magic around him at most

'cause in the run the story's told
And in the run the young grow very, very old

She walks in the morning, it's best seven
that time of day that seems closest to heaven
She finds dancing and singing songs out loud
Songs from her childhood suddenly around

'cause in the run the farm gets sold
And in the long run the grow very, very old

He's ready to go now, done with his living
He's where he's going, he gave what he's giving
The and one times, he (said? ) before dinner
The thousand and two times, (their lives? ) growing

'cause in the long run the told
And in the long run the grow very, very old