Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

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

And the girl in the walks the lanes
Of Brighton with her turned against the wind
And hovers in the of second-hand
Bookshops among the dust and fading

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

She goes into a cafe, tea, looks
At the menu but nothing really on it
And the place is as as a plaza
In a heat-wave and the has jam upon it

But the in the raincoat 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 wants
Just a point along the she's leavin' from

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

Just another in a raincoat who
Shared the passing of the
And glad of the warmth that she
you and you hardly need to say

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