Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

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

A yellow cab 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 here these years

Now, its the first on Brooklyn
And my cold 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 pillow
As the morning

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

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

And the covers my footprints
regrets and heavy heartbeats
When you wake youll see the spot
I was standing on

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

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

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

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

And the first on Brooklyn
a lonely road to travel
Cold crunch steps echo
As the blizzard