Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

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

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

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

She goes into a cafe, orders tea,
At the but there's nothing really on it
And the is as deserted as a plaza
In a and the cloth has jam upon it

But the in the raincoat doesn't stop to count
The tea-leaves or turn to see the mists the sun
For the winter's unfolding her
And it's for movin' on

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

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

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

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