Luyện nghe bài hát Isabel

So now the years are by,
and its not long since you and I could have been train and astronauts.
And now were stuck in ruts,
but yet the thing that cuts is that we cant remember how we got caught.
air, computer screens, muffled 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 once told a story
as its old of sowing and setting sail.
But now our hands are and weak
and working seven days a week at these salvation schemes that are to fail.
And Ill admit I am scared of what I dont understand.
But darling, if youre there, gentle and soothing hands,
to my despair, to shore up all my plans, darling, if youre there...
And so the has changed, and I must change as well.
The machines weve made will us into hell.
And the time will come when all save themselves.
I save my soul in the arms of Isabel.