Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

I flew in on the plane
Is it such a good idea that I am 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 gave me thinking time I ran aground
On rocky memories and choking
I believe it only rained 'round here these thirty

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

And last night, who was in parlor
Wrapping presents in the hour?
To place upon pillow
As the morning

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

And the first snow on
Paints a Christmas upon the pavement
The cab leaves a disappearing
And its gone

And the covers my footprints
Deep regrets and heartbeats
When you youll never see the spot
I was standing on

I in on the evening plane
Is it such a good that 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
your cozy window frame

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

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

And the snow on Brooklyn
Makes a road to travel
crunch steps that echo
As the bites