Luyện nghe bài hát Mark Rothko Song

The it speaks so full
It's like the beauty, one can barely
Or too much dropped in your hand
And there's a green like the in your heart sometimes

Painted underneath the of ashy snow
And there's a like where the urban angels go, very bright
Now the Calder mobile a biomorphic sphere
Then it swings its dangling pieces, round to other here

Your is so male
It's like, you can't yourself to me
I think, ask Renoir to tea
For his are as real as they are all the time

And the sunlight sets the furniture
It's a pleasant as far as people go, how far do they go?
his roses are perfect and his words have no wings
I know he can give me and I like to know these things

I met her at the
She said, "I don't what he meant to me
I know he affected me
An effect not his art, I believe"

The service starts and we are in the
He had so much to say but to show and ain't that true of life?
So we for a person who lived at great cost
Yet we barely knew his powers we sensed that we had lost

A friend and I in a room
She says, "Look at Mark side
Did you know his suicide?"
folks were born with a foot in the grave but not me, of course

And she as if to say, we're in the know
Then she names a coffee place we can go, uptown
Now the painting is desperate but the crowds wash
In a of kind pedestrians who've seen enough today