Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

I flew in on the plane
Is it a good idea that I am here again?
And I could cut my cold breath a knife
And the winter of another life

A yellow cab JFK, the long way 'round
I mind, it gave me thinking time before I ran aground
On rocky memories and choking
I believe it only rained 'round here these thirty

Now, its the first on Brooklyn
And my cold are drumming
You dont see me in the
your cozy window frame

And night, who was in your parlor
Wrapping in the late hour?
To place your pillow
As the morning

The thin wind stings my face, pull up
I murder coffee in a grande cup
No welcome deli, no Starbucks here
A for a quick phone call could cost me dear

And the snow on Brooklyn
Paints a Christmas card the pavement
The cab leaves a trace
And then its

And the snow my footprints
regrets and heavy heartbeats
When you wake youll never see the
I was standing on

I flew in on the plane
Is it such a good idea I am here again?
And I could cut my cold with a knife
And taste the of another life

Now, its the first snow on
And my feet are drumming
You see me in the shadows
From your cozy frame

And last night, who was in your
Wrapping in the late hour?
To upon your pillow
As the morning

Some things are forgotten
Some are half-remembered
I just thought I might be there
On your, on Christmas night

And the first snow on
Makes a road to travel
Cold steps that echo
As the bites