Luyện nghe bài hát WeatherBelle

Sitting at the of a smoke filled room
On a cold and afternoon
Drinking red wine and counting the lines
On the face of the girl who in the doorway

And over her shoulder there's a growing colder
I'm feeling older and slowly less
the first and the last time we'll ever meet
Just falling leaves from trees

So, light in to dark, the nylon sheets softly spark
Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart that cannot escape its past
And it's the first and the last we'll ever meet
Just leaves dropping from winter trees

And it's the first and the time we'll ever meet
Just falling leaves dropping from trees
Strangers touching the parts love cannot reach