Luyện nghe bài hát WeatherBelle

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

And over her shoulder there's a world colder
I'm feeling older and slowly sober
It's the first and the last time we'll meet
Just leaves from winter trees

So, light gives in to dark, the sheets softly spark
Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart that escape from its past
And it's the first and the last time we'll meet
Just falling leaves dropping from trees

And it's the first and the last time we'll ever
Just falling leaves dropping from winter
Strangers touching the that love cannot reach