Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

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

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

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

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

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

And the snow on Brooklyn
a Christmas card upon the pavement
The cab a disappearing trace
And its gone

And the snow my footprints
Deep and heavy heartbeats
When you wake youll see the spot
I was standing on

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

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

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

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

And the first on Brooklyn
Makes a lonely to travel
Cold steps that echo
As the blizzard