Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

It's the of gray November day that washes
Away in the eyes of hotel porters
And the latticed benches by the sea
Contain no travelers or lady authors

And the girl in the walks the lanes
Of Brighton with her collar turned against the
And hovers in the doorways of
Bookshops 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 the line she's leavin' from

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

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

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

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

Just another in a raincoat 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 you're of
No, not the one you really want
Just a point along the line you're from