Luyện nghe bài hát Estelle

I was painting a still life this
Of a throat sitting on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
The only weird about it is that a year ago
I thought I'd paint anything again
I I wasn't ever gonna paint again
It didn't bother me too much, Warhol's
David Hockney's alive, I don't need to paint

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

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

You know, Paula was my wife for a
She ran off to Paris with the grandson of Van Gogh
A cartoonist who did fashion for Le Monde
When Paula left she took my dog, I saw her again
in the court during the custody battle
She won and got to the dog
And I speak to anyone for months

You know sometimes it
there's so much that you need
Sometimes the world is upside
Sometimes it seems like the thing you need
Is holdin' someone's hand as you through town

I started around with Dino
He to run a poker game back east
Now he has a little shop, sells cappuccino to his old pals
Tommy, Chicago and the Wig and Ugly Rose

You know the best person I knew
Was a woman named Estelle
She still calls me every few months
And asks me stuff I don't to talk about
You can't talk to her long unless drunk yourself
Then we go all

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

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

But later that day I was trying to describe her to the Wig
I couldn't find any words and I I'd started to sketch her chin
Somehow it look right, I scratched it out and tried 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 rain quit and no one came in
Finally on the day it cleared and in she walked
I asked her to sit me and I bought her a cup of tea
And I asked her to model for me
That I was at a canvas
She was wearing a yellow
I swore if she let me, I'd get it

I've over ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light
But there, it was like I couldn't even write 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 painted her hundreds of
If I get the nose right, the too long
If I get 'em both right, the is too thin
But I keep after it and one day I, I'll get it all

I painted a still life morning, of a throat lozenge
on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
The only thing was is that
I never I'd paint anything again
I I might go visit Estelle
Those Utah mountains are good for the
I'll bring my brushes and Jack Daniels
And we can up for lost time

And she said, "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?"

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

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