Luyện nghe bài hát Swiss Cottage Manoeuvres

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

And so as by at the touch of a glance
We could find 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 silence that
And she said, "Oh my a judge in St Albans, you know"

"Oh well, then perhaps I could you
You know that St. is miles away
And I've got a room in Swiss
In you could stay"

She laughed, "Oh I do that
For I've got to be up in the you see"
So I rang up to 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 perfectly welcome to stay"
"But I've not school yet"
She said as she got bed

And so as she slept and the morning crept
Through the windows to her away
I you can't make people be what you want them to be
I could see my self nailed to a tale
Of a night's escapade
And just yesterday she had seemed a woman to me

And so like a child with the sleep in her
Where the sadness of age had once
She left on the train with a 'See You Again' and a
And I couldn't say I had won or I lost
Or just what I had seen
But when I'm alone I just think of her in awhile