Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

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

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

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

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

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

And the first on Brooklyn
a Christmas card upon the pavement
The cab leaves a disappearing
And then its

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

I in on the evening plane
Is it such a good idea that I am here
And I could cut my cold breath with a
And the winter of another life

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

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

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

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