Luyện nghe bài hát Paint Your Picture

on my wall,
Fifteen colours,
with vermillion-
The first of the summer,
And think I'll be finished
Till I've begun to this,
you stretched out in the sunlight,
As your laughter fills my
The sun in my fingers,
On your back the blinds,
It's out your hollows
It is in your lines,
There curl finds your spiral
As you the window,
my brush forgives itself
Spills upon your pillow,
you standing in the middle
Of the lines you've laid down
Try to trace my into yours
Let me you in the corner,
As your trap the light
See the sunset golden
On the of the night
I have your eyes in paintings
As Cathedrals Hosanna
Let me your face in frescos
Hang your hair like
See you in the middle
Of you laid down before,
Try to my picture into yours
In the morning let me you
As I to you by name,
body warm beside me
Not imprisoned in a
I never find the colours
Or the that finely paints you
With those roses in hair
Smell of wine, immortal
As standing in the middle
Of lines you down before
to paint my picture into yours