Luyện nghe bài hát Paint Your Picture

on my wall,
Fifteen colours,
with vermillion-
The flower of the summer,
And think I'll 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 your curl your spiral
As you the window,
When my brush forgives
Spills upon your pillow,
Finds you standing in the
Of the lines you've laid down
Try to trace my into yours
Let me you in the corner,
As shoulders trap the light
See the feeling golden
On the wineskins of the
I have seen your eyes in
As Cathedrals Hosanna
Let me your face in frescos
Hang your like Angelabra
See you standing in the
Of lines you laid before,
Try to paint my picture yours
In the let me find you
As I to you by name,
Your body warm me
Not imprisoned in a
I could find the colours
Or the light that finely you
those roses in your hair
Smell of wine, perfume
As you're standing in the
Of you laid down before
Tryin' to paint my picture into