Luyện nghe bài hát Mark Rothko Song

The blue it so full
It's the beauty, one can barely stand
Or too things dropped in your hand
And a green like the peace in your heart sometimes

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

Your behavior is so
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 aglow
It's a pleasant time as far as go, how far do they go?
Well his roses are perfect and his have no wings
I know what he can me and I like to know these things

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

The starts and we are in the know
He had so much to say but more to show and that true of life?
So we weep for a person who at great cost
Yet we knew his powers 'til we sensed that we had lost

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

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