Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

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

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

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

She goes a cafe, orders tea, looks
At the menu but nothing really on it
And the place is as deserted as a
In a heat-wave and the cloth has jam 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 not the one she really wants
Just a point the line she's leavin' from

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

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

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