Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

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

A yellow cab from JFK, the way 'round
I didnt mind, it me thinking time before I ran aground
On memories and choking tears
I believe it rained 'round here these thirty years

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

And night, who was in your parlor
Wrapping presents in the late
To place upon your
As the came

The wind stings my face, pull collar up
I could murder in a grande cup
No deli, theres no Starbucks here
A dime for a quick call could cost me dear

And the first on Brooklyn
Paints a card upon the pavement
The cab leaves a trace
And its gone

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

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

Now, its the snow on Brooklyn
And my cold feet are
You see me in the shadows
your cozy window frame

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

Some things are best
Some are better
I thought that I might be there
On your, on your Christmas

And the first on Brooklyn
Makes a road to travel
Cold crunch steps echo
As the bites