Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

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

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

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

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

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

And the snow on Brooklyn
Paints a Christmas card the pavement
The cab leaves a trace
And its gone

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

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

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

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

Some things are forgotten
Some are better
I just thought that I might be
On your, on your night

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