Luyện nghe bài hát Paint Your Picture

on my wall,
Fifteen colours,
Starting with
The flower of the summer,
And don't I'll be finished
Till begun to understand this,
With you out in the sunlight,
As your fills my canvas
The sun in my fingers,
On your back the blinds,
It's out your hollows
It is filling in lines,
There your curl finds spiral
As you the window,
my brush forgives itself
Spills lines your pillow,
you standing in the middle
Of the lines you've laid down
Try to my picture into yours
Let me you in the corner,
As your trap the light
See the sunset feeling
On the of the night
I have seen your eyes in
As cried Hosanna
Let me paint face in frescos
Hang your hair like
See you in the middle
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 in a frame
I never find the colours
Or the that finely paints you
With those roses in hair
of wine, immortal perfume
As you're standing in the
Of lines you laid before
Tryin' to paint my into yours