Luyện nghe bài hát Crowded Cafe

Hot caffeine is the inside of my lips.
In old cafe, warming up my finger tips.

my memories are vague
in melancholy, crowded cafe.

Mmm, rainfall is slicing down the pane.
And blue walls are blending in with haze.

Well my are strayed,
in melancholy, crowded, cafe.

Yeah...

My and my fears
on the of the table
tell me what my holds.

Or should I it to fate gazers
to view what my crystal balls shows.

Well my are grey
in this melancholy, cafe.