Luyện nghe bài hát Estelle

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

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

You know, the friend I ever 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 heard the addicts
Were dogs and selling them 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 with the great grandson of Van Gogh
A cartoonist who did graphics for Le Monde
When Paula 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 sometimes it
Like there's so that you need
Sometimes the world is upside
Sometimes it seems like the thing you need
Is holdin' hand as you walk through town

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

You the best person I ever knew
Was a Mormon named Estelle
She still calls me every few months
And me stuff 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 front of place
With Jake the Shears, a guy from who gives free 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 girl walks in and the universe of stops
out she drank the same tea as me
Don't take more than that to start a conversation
She believed collage was the greatest of all the
And was busy pasting pictures of horses, next to ads for soap
Next to Ali, she had a turquoise in her ear
And said was always in her head

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

For a six days I sat at place
The rain quit and no one came in
on the seventh 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 for me sometime
afternoon I was at a canvas
She was wearing a yellow
I if she let me, I'd get it right

I've painted ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and ones
But sitting there, it was like I even write my own name
I apologized and said, "It's 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 nose right, the too long
If I get 'em both right, the is too thin
But I keep 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 thing was funny is that
I never thought I'd paint again
I think I might go visit
Utah mountains are good 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 why?
Baby why have you turned your on love
You had so chances
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 chances
Why you let 'em all go by?"

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