Luyện nghe bài hát Artist

I know that an artist,
but the hardest one to deal with.
Everything you conceal
is on your canvas.

You find all of your ugly
in all of the I find beautiful.
Do you see the is coming?
Come, I'm falling you.

You all of these things
I'd have known.
Love, you turn off the lights?
we're home.

You me in pastel,
colors that don't of any boldness.
That's the way you'd to see me:
so delicate, so weak, so purpose.

But your eyes are drawn of
black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect.
Because they see a world,
waking isn't worth it.

You perceive all of these
that I'd never known.
Love, will you turn off the
already home.