Luyện nghe bài hát Not The One

It's the kind of November day that washes
Away reflections in the of hotel porters
And the latticed benches by the sea
Contain no or Irish lady authors

And the in the raincoat walks the lanes
Of Brighton with her collar against the wind
And hovers in the doorways of
Bookshops among the and fading print

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

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

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

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

And so you sit there in the of
The carpet her suitcases around you
And it comes to you, she journeyed to the
Of life but she never really found you

Just girl in a raincoat who
Shared the of the days
And you're of the warmth that she
you and you hardly need to say

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