Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

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

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

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

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, pull up
I murder coffee in a grande cup
No welcome deli, theres no here
A dime for a quick phone could cost me dear

And the first on Brooklyn
Paints a Christmas upon the pavement
The cab a disappearing trace
And its gone

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

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

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

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

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

And the first on Brooklyn
a lonely road to travel
Cold crunch that echo
As the bites