Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

It's the kind of November day that washes
Away reflections in the eyes of porters
And the wooden benches by the sea
no travelers or Irish lady authors

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

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

She goes into a cafe, 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 stop to count
The tea-leaves or turn to see the mists the sun
For the winter's around her
And time for movin' on

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

And so you sit there in the of
The carpet with her suitcases you
And it comes to you, she to the center
Of your life but she really found you

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

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