Luyện nghe bài hát First Snow On Brooklyn

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

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

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

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

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

And the snow on Brooklyn
Paints a card upon the pavement
The cab leaves a disappearing
And then its

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

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

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

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

Some things are forgotten
Some are half-remembered
I just that I might be there
On your, on your Christmas

And the first on Brooklyn
Makes a lonely to travel
Cold crunch that echo
As the bites