Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

It's the kind of gray day that washes
Away reflections in the of hotel porters
And the wooden benches by the sea
Contain no travelers or Irish authors

And the girl in the raincoat walks the
Of Brighton with her collar turned against the
And hovers in the doorways of
Bookshops among the and fading print

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

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

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

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

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

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

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