Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

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

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

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

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

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

And the snow on Brooklyn
a Christmas card upon the pavement
The cab a disappearing trace
And then its

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

I flew in on the evening
Is it such a good idea that I am again?
And I could cut my cold with a knife
And the winter 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 parlor
Wrapping presents in the hour?
To place 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 road to
crunch steps that echo
As the bites