Luyện nghe bài hát Estelle

I was a still life this morning
Of a throat sitting on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
The only thing about it is that a year ago
I never I'd paint anything again
I decided I wasn't ever gonna again
It didn't me too much, Warhol's dead
David Hockney's alive, I don't need to paint

I over ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, ones and light ones
I've done haystacks and rich old ladies by their
Wearing but a scarf
I've painted everything there was to
Now it was time to sit back, give
Get on the internet, hang out at med
Take stock of what I've

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

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

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

I started hanging with Dino
He used to run a poker back east
Now he has a little coffee shop, cappuccino to his old pals
Tommy, Chicago and Jimmy the Wig and Rose

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

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

Well, one morning I was sitting out in front of place
With Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly who gives mohawks
There were a couple of young painters, I was to come by
So I could give 'em some

Yeah, I was sittin' there updating my list of
When this walks in and the universe kind of stops
Turned out she the same tea as me
Don't take more that to start a conversation sometimes
She believed collage was the of all the arts
And was busy pasting pictures of horses, to ads for laundry soap
Next to Ali, she had a turquoise in her ear
And Rachmaninoff was always in her head

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

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

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

I painted a still life this morning, of a lozenge
on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
The only was funny is that
I never thought I'd anything again
I I might go visit Estelle
Those Utah are good for the soul
I'll bring my brushes and some Jack
And we can make up for lost

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

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

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