Luyện nghe bài hát Which Side Of The Glass

In a story window framed in lace
There she is again staring into space
Thinkin' to better days, and dealin' with the pain
Some folks think teardrops, me, I think it's rain

And there it is, the hard truth
So to see the living proof
Where do you stand? What's your point of
I guess it all on which side of the glass you're lookin' through

a neon chandelier, he leans on polished oak
And one more whiskey, lights another smoke
He shivers at the memory and trembles as he
Some folks think it's him, but me, I it's her

And there it is, the hard truth
So to see the living proof
Where do you stand? What's your point of
I guess it all depends on which side of the you're lookin' through

I turn the mirror, it's time to face the facts
Lookin' for the reason you're not comin' back

And there it is, the cold hard
So plain to see the proof
Where do you stand? your point of view?
Well, I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're lookin'
I guess it all depends on which side of the you're lookin' through