Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

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

And the girl in the raincoat walks the
Of Brighton her collar turned against the wind
And in the doorways of second-hand
Bookshops among the dust and fading

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

She goes into a cafe, tea, looks
At the menu but there's nothing 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 or turn to see the mists around the sun
For the winter's unfolding her
And it's for movin' on

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

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

Just another girl in a who
the passing of the days
And you're of the warmth that she
Gave you and you hardly to say

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