Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

It's the kind of gray November day that
Away reflections in the of hotel porters
And the latticed wooden by the sea
no travelers or Irish lady authors

And the girl in the raincoat the lanes
Of Brighton with her collar turned against the
And in the doorways of second-hand
Bookshops among the dust and print

And not the one she's thinkin' of
And you're not the one she really
Just a along the line she's leavin' from

She into a cafe, orders tea, looks
At the but there's nothing really on it
And the is as deserted as a plaza
In a heat-wave and the cloth has jam it

But the girl in the doesn't stop to count
The tea-leaves or turn to see the mists the sun
For the winter's around her
And time for movin' on

And you're not the one she's of
And you're not the one she really
Just a along the line she's leavin' from

And so you sit in the middle of
The with her suitcases around you
And it comes to you, she journeyed to the
Of your life but she never really you

Just another girl in a who
Shared the passing of the
And glad of the warmth that she
Gave you and you need to say

That she's not the one you're of
No, she's not the one you really
Just a point along the you're leavin' from