Luyện nghe bài hát WeatherBelle

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

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

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

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