Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

It's the kind of gray day that washes
Away reflections in the eyes of porters
And the latticed wooden by the sea
no travelers or Irish lady authors

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

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

She into a cafe, orders tea, looks
At the menu but there's really on it
And the place is as deserted as a
In a heat-wave and the cloth has jam it

But the in the raincoat doesn't stop to count
The tea-leaves or turn to see the around the sun
For the winter's 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 point along the line she's from

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

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

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