Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

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

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

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

She goes into a cafe, orders tea,
At the menu but there's really on it
And the place is as 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 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 along the line she's leavin'

And so you sit there in the of
The with her suitcases around you
And it comes to you, she journeyed to the
Of life but she never really found you

Just another girl in a who
the passing of the days
And you're glad of the warmth she
Gave you and you hardly to say

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