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
Contain no or Irish lady authors

And the girl in the raincoat the lanes
Of Brighton with her collar against the wind
And in the doorways of second-hand
Bookshops the dust 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 really on it
And the place is as 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 unfolding around her
And it's time for on

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

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

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

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