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 walks the lanes
Of Brighton with her collar turned the wind
And hovers in the doorways of
Bookshops the dust and fading print

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

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

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

And you're not the one 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 with her suitcases around you
And it comes to you, she to the center
Of your life but she really 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 she's not the one thinkin' of
No, she's not the one you really
Just a point along the line you're leavin'