Luyện nghe bài hát Estelle

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

I painted ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, ones, dark ones and light ones
done 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, interviews
Get on the internet, hang out at med
stock of what I've done

You know, the friend I ever had was a dog
It sounds a cliche unless it's happened to you
Some days dog was the only reason I even got out of bed
That dog went everywhere me and then I heard the crack addicts
Were stealin' dogs and selling them for animal
It sounded like an urban myth to me 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 with the great grandson of Van Gogh
A cartoonist who did fashion graphics for Le
Paula left she took my dog, I never saw her again
Except in the court during the battle
She won and got to the dog
And I didn't speak to for months

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

I started hanging around Dino
He used to run a poker game east
Now he has a little coffee shop, sells cappuccino to his old
Tommy, Chicago and Jimmy the Wig and Ugly

You know the best person I knew
Was a Mormon named Estelle
She still me drunk every few months
And asks me I don't want to talk about
You can't talk to her long 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 many
Why you let 'em all go by?"

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

Yeah, I was there updating my list of enemies
When girl walks in and the universe kind of stops
Turned out she the same tea as me
Don't take more than to start a conversation sometimes
She believed was the greatest 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 said Rachmaninoff was in her head

But that day I was trying to describe 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 it out and tried it again
I an entire pad, I threw it away, I never even came close

For a six I sat at Dino's place
The rain wouldn't quit and no one in
on the seventh day it cleared 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 afternoon I was at a
She was a yellow dress
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 a few months
If you patience, I'll get the hang 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 right, the face is too thin
But I after it and one day I, I'll get it all right

I painted a still this morning, of a throat lozenge
Sitting on a copy of Tropic of
The thing was funny is that
I never thought I'd paint again
I think I might go Estelle
Those Utah mountains are for the soul
I'll bring my brushes and some Daniels
And we can make up for time

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

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