Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

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

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

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

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

The wind stings my face, pull collar up
I could coffee in a grande cup
No deli, theres 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 leaves a disappearing
And its gone

And the snow my footprints
regrets and heavy heartbeats
When you wake never see the spot
That I was on

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

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

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

things are best forgotten
Some are half-remembered
I just thought that I be there
On your, on your night

And the snow on Brooklyn
Makes a lonely to travel
Cold crunch steps echo
As the blizzard