Luyện nghe bài hát Mark Rothko Song

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

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

behavior is so male
It's like, you can't explain to me
I think, I'll ask to tea
For his flowers are as real as they are all the

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

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

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

A friend and I in a museum
She says, "Look at Rothko's side
Did you know his suicide?"
Some folks were born with a in the grave but not me, of course

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