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 blue like where the angels go, very bright
Now the Calder tips a biomorphic sphere
Then it its dangling pieces, round to other paintings here

behavior is so male
It's like, you can't 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 have no
I know he can give me and I like to know these things

I met her at the
She said, "I don't know what he to me
I just know he 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 ain't true of life?
So we weep for a who lived at great cost
Yet we barely knew his powers we sensed that we had lost

A and I in a museum room
She says, "Look at Rothko's side
Did you about 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 place where we can go, uptown
Now the painting is but the crowds wash away
In a world of pedestrians who've seen enough today