Luyện nghe bài hát Swiss Cottage Manoeuvres

On a Christmas cake day one Friday in
In a bookshop in Cross Road
I set eyes on a girl and at once I did know
She had eyes like a poet and hair a rainbow
Reflecting the lights that did
And the sadness she kept in her eyes, struck my senses a

And so as by at the touch of a glance
We could find out in the road
With no crush of time to us and no place to go
And I couldn't say how, but the coffee bar
Had through the silence that broke
And she said, "Oh my father's a in St Albans, you know"

"Oh well, perhaps I could help you
You know St. Albans is miles away
And I've got a room in Cottage
In you could stay"

She laughed, "Oh I couldn't do
For got to be up in the morning you see"
So I rang up to find out the first train she could take
And so in the gloom of a candlelit
spaghetti, two forks and a plate
She said "Oh, I really like to be free and escape"

"Oh well, if it's like that, you have to go back
And you're welcome to stay"
"But I've not finished yet"
She as she got into bed

And so as she and the pure morning crept
the windows to take her away
I you can't make people be what you want them to be
I could see my self to a dormitory tale
Of a night's escapade
And just she had seemed like a woman to me

And so like a child the sleep in her eyes
Where the sadness of age had once
She left on the with a 'See You Again' and a smile
And I couldn't say I had won or I lost
Or just what I had seen
But when I'm alone I just think of her in awhile