Luyện nghe bài hát Paint Your Picture

on my wall,
Fifteen colours,
Starting vermillion-
The first of the summer,
And don't think be finished
I've begun to understand this,
With you out in the sunlight,
As your laughter my canvas
The sun in my fingers,
On back against the blinds,
It's tracing out hollows
It is filling in lines,
There curl finds your spiral
As you the window,
When my brush forgives
lines upon your pillow,
Finds you in the middle
Of the you've laid down before
Try to trace my picture yours
Let me you in the corner,
As your shoulders the light
See the sunset golden
On the of the night
I have seen your eyes in
As cried Hosanna
Let me paint your in frescos
Hang your like Angelabra
See you standing in the
Of lines you laid before,
Try to paint my into yours
In the morning let me you
As I to you by name,
Your body warm me
Not imprisoned in a
I could never find the
Or the that finely paints you
With those in your hair
Smell of wine, immortal
As standing in the middle
Of lines you laid before
Tryin' to paint my into yours