Luyện nghe bài hát Swiss Cottage Manoeuvres

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

And so as by at the touch of a glance
We could find out in the road
With no crush of time to defeat us and no to go
And I couldn't say how, but the coffee bar
Had through the silence that broke
And she said, "Oh my father's a in St Albans, you know"

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

She laughed, "Oh I couldn't do
For I've got to be up in the you see"
So I rang up to find out the first morning she could take
And so in the of a candlelit room
With spaghetti, two forks and a
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 not finished school yet"
She as she got into bed

And so as she slept and the morning crept
the windows to take her away
I thought you make people be what you want them to be
I could see my self to a dormitory tale
Of a holiday escapade
And just yesterday she had seemed like a to me

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