Luyện nghe bài hát Swiss Cottage Manoeuvres

On a Christmas cake day one Friday in
In a bookshop in Cross Road
I first set eyes on a and at once I did know
She had like a poet and hair like a rainbow
Reflecting the that did glow
And the she kept in her eyes, struck my senses a blow

And so as by chance at the touch of a
We could ourselves out in the road
With no crush of time to us and no place to go
And I say how, but the coffee bar crowd
Had appeared through the that broke
And she said, "Oh my a judge in St Albans, you know"

"Oh well, then I could help you
You know that St. Albans is miles
And I've got a room in Cottage
In which you stay"

She laughed, "Oh I couldn't do
For got to be up in the morning you see"
So I up to find out the first morning train she could take
And so in the gloom of a candlelit
With spaghetti, two and a plate
She said "Oh, I really would like to be and escape"

"Oh well, if like that, you don't have to go back
And you're perfectly to stay"
"But not finished school yet"
She as she got into bed

And so as she and the pure morning crept
Through the windows to take her
I thought you can't people be what you want them to be
I could see my self nailed to a dormitory
Of a holiday night's
And just she had seemed like a woman to me

And so a child with the sleep in her eyes
Where the sadness of age had been
She left on the train with a You Again' and a smile
And I say what I had won or I lost
Or just what I had seen
But when I'm I just think of her once in awhile