Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

It's the kind of gray November day that
reflections in the eyes of hotel porters
And the latticed wooden by the sea
Contain no or Irish lady authors

And the girl in the raincoat the lanes
Of Brighton with her collar against the wind
And in the doorways of second-hand
Bookshops the dust and fading print

And you're not the one she's of
And you're not the one she wants
a point along the line she's leavin' from

She goes into a cafe, orders tea,
At the but there's nothing really on it
And the is as deserted as a plaza
In a and the cloth has jam upon it

But the girl in the doesn't stop to count
The tea-leaves or turn to see the around the sun
For the winter's around her
And it's time for on

And you're not the one thinkin' of
And you're not the one she really
Just a point along the line leavin' from

And so you sit in the middle of
The with her suitcases around you
And it comes to you, she to the center
Of your life but she never found you

Just another girl in a who
Shared the passing of the
And you're glad of the that she
you and you hardly need to say

That she's not the one thinkin' of
No, not the one you really want
a point along the line you're leavin' from