Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

I flew in on the evening
Is it such a good idea that I am here
And I could cut my cold with a knife
And taste the of another life

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 it only rained 'round here these thirty years

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

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

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

And the first on Brooklyn
Paints a Christmas upon the pavement
The cab leaves a trace
And then its

And the snow covers my
Deep regrets and heavy
When you wake youll see the spot
That I was on

I flew in on the evening
Is it such a good that I am here again?
And I could cut my cold 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 last night, who was in your
Wrapping in the late hour?
To place upon pillow
As the morning

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

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