Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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