Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

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

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

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

She goes a cafe, orders tea, looks
At the menu but there's really on it
And the is as deserted as a plaza
In a heat-wave and the cloth has jam it

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

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

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

Just girl in a raincoat who
Shared the passing of the
And you're 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
Just a point along the line you're from