Luyện nghe bài hát WeatherBelle

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

And over her shoulder there's a world colder
I'm feeling older and less sober
It's the first and the last time ever meet
Just falling from winter trees

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

And the first and the last time we'll ever meet
falling leaves dropping from winter trees
Strangers touching the parts that love reach