Luyện nghe bài hát Color My World Mine

I once met a man who trained himself not to
What he seems to have seen was a glimpse of
He's been painting pictures on canvas since age
And claims he only exists in the mind of a higher
And I his work; mostly scenic landscapes
But each one is focused on an easel where the man paints painting himself
And all in his visual field
He said this was the only way he could make himself
since he could remember, he had one nightmare reoccur
But until about ten ago, it didn't matter
It consisted of loud, distorted sounds echoing off the
He ran on top of it in to reach a ladder
Now sometimes, he'd get so close but touch his destination
Which caused him much frustration 'cause he didn't know what it
And by the end of the dream, he saw the from a bird's eye
Only to witness his dead body laying on the

It was only to witness his dead body laying on the
At first it him out, but after a while he grew content
So he thought, "It's just a dream," and kept his life
Writing his soul on the 'cause it sheds his planet light
And it goes on and on like and time, ain't nothing odd
not that he didn't believe, he just didn't approve of God
His was one I couldn't comprehend
'Till I stopped being detective and to him as a friend
He

He once saw a painting that told his whole life
It was then that he he was the art of divinity
He once saw a painting that told his whole story
A brush stroke of the made him one note in their symphony
He once saw a painting that told his life story
He spoke for and not the rest of humanity
He once saw a painting that told his life story
And I that I'm not real
God imagined me

It's like I
About ten ago, the event that changed his whole reality
Took place on his monthly to the local art gallery
It was there where he studied his
And there where he nearly carried his sanity to a hole and buried it
It was a mysterious day
The place was empty
And he got chills his spine just being present in the scene
On the wall, there was a picture looked familiar
And he got close, his heart stopped
he saw it was a painting of his dream
It was a painting of his
His on a runway
By a ladder to an airplane with its propellers
Which for the loud noise
The match up was
And that was the day he stopped believing in
He resented his
I mean, can't explain
What must have went on in his brain while he into a frame
Of a of art which he created and was at the same time
The mind can't handle much, it's just insane
like reading a book where each words describe your thoughts
And in quotations, it reads whatever you say you talk
You think it can't
But it did
I guess there's wide cracks in each life's sidewalk
He upon an answer when he never had a question
And decided to stop dreaming to his mental health
Now he hardly talks to
Just stays in his
Writing infinity, by painting
himself
This is a universe
Is it all a blueprint?
In the real universe, is my useless?
Are we really something a higher made up?
A figment of imagination colored by a paintbrush?
all of our art creates the fate of other beings
Then character in ever novel thinks it's alive and were just gods
Ruling
a theory
I don't what it means
But that's the story of the man who trained not to dream

He once saw a paining that told his whole story
He witnessed the paradox of the "existing"
He once saw a painting that told his whole story
He colored his world theirs, and concluded he wasn't
He once saw a painting told his whole life story
The hidden that all that is is art
And when I close my eyes, I see eternity as a
A God imagined the God that me
And I am God
And so on