Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

It's the kind of November day that washes
reflections in the eyes of hotel porters
And the latticed benches by the sea
Contain no travelers or Irish lady

And the girl in the raincoat the lanes
Of Brighton her collar turned 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 along the line she's leavin' from

She goes into a cafe, orders tea,
At the menu but nothing really on it
And the place is as as a plaza
In a heat-wave and the has jam upon it

But the girl in the doesn't stop to count
The or turn to see the mists around the sun
For the unfolding around her
And it's for movin' on

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

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

Just another girl in a who
Shared the of the days
And you're glad of the that she
Gave you and you need to say

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