Luyện nghe bài hát Mark Rothko Song

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

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

Your behavior is so
like, you can't explain yourself to me
I think, ask Renoir to tea
For his flowers are as real as are all the time

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

I met her at the
She said, "I don't know 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 to say but more to show and ain't that true of life?
So we weep for a person who at great cost
Yet we barely knew his 'til we sensed that we had lost

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

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