Luyện nghe bài hát Estelle

I was painting a still this morning
Of a lozenge sitting on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
The thing weird about it is that a year ago
I never thought I'd paint again
I decided I wasn't ever paint again
It didn't bother me too much, dead
Hockney's still alive, I don't need to paint

I over ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, dark and light ones
I've haystacks and rich old ladies by their pools
Wearing nothing but a
I've everything there was to paint
Now it was time to sit back, give
Get on the internet, hang out at med
stock of what I've done

You know, the best friend I had was a dog
It like a cliche unless it's happened to you
Some that dog was the only reason I even got out of bed
That dog went everywhere with me and then I the crack addicts
Were stealin' and selling them for animal research
It sounded like an urban myth to me the mouse in the Coke bottle
But I started her at home after that

You know, Paula was my wife for a
She ran off to Paris the great grandson of Van Gogh
A cartoonist who did graphics for Le Monde
Paula left she took my dog, I never saw her again
Except in the court during the custody
She won and got to the dog
And I didn't to anyone for months

You know it feels
Like there's so that you need
Sometimes the is upside down
Sometimes it seems like the only you need
Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk town

I hanging around with Dino
He used to run a game back east
Now he has a little coffee shop, sells to his old pals
Tommy, and Jimmy the Wig and Ugly Rose

You know the best I ever knew
Was a woman named Estelle
She calls me drunk every few months
And asks me stuff I don't want to about
You can't talk to her long unless you're drunk
we go all night

she goes, "Why baby, why baby, why baby, why
Have you turned back on love?
You had so many
Why you let 'em all go by?"

Well, one I was sitting out in front of Dino's place
With Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly who free mohawks
There were a couple of young painters, I was hopin' to by
So I give 'em some advice

Yeah, I was sittin' there updating my of enemies
When this girl walks in and the kind of stops
out she drank the same tea as me
Don't take more than that to start a conversation
She believed was the greatest of all the arts
And was busy pasting of horses, next to ads for laundry soap
to Mohammed Ali, she had a turquoise in her ear
And Rachmaninoff was always in her head

But later that day I was to describe her to Jimmy the Wig
I couldn't find any words and I I'd started to sketch her chin
Somehow it didn't look right, I scratched it out and tried it
I filled an pad, I threw it away, I never even came close

For a six days I sat at Dino's
The rain wouldn't and no one came in
Finally on the seventh day it and in she walked
I her to sit with me and I bought her a cup of tea
And I asked her to model for me
That afternoon I was at a
She was a yellow dress
I if she let me, I'd get it right

I've painted over ten paintings
Sad ones, ones, dark ones, and light ones
But sitting there, it was like I couldn't even write my own
I and said, "It's been a few months
If you have patience, I'll get the of it again"
In the few weeks, I painted her hundreds of times
If I get the right, the chin's too long
If I get 'em both right, the is too thin
But I after it and one day I, I'll get it all right

I painted a life this morning, of a throat lozenge
Sitting on a copy of Tropic of
The only was funny is that
I thought I'd paint anything again
I I might go visit Estelle
Those Utah mountains are good for the
I'll bring my brushes and some Jack
And we can up for lost time

And she said, "Why baby, why baby, why why?
Baby why you turned your back on love
You had so many
Why you let 'em all go by?"

And she says, "Why baby, why baby, why why?
Baby why have you turned your back on
You had so chances
Why you let 'em all go by?"

Sometimes it seems there's so much that you need
Sometimes the is upside down
Sometimes it like the only thing you need
Is holdin' someone's as you walk through town