Luyện nghe bài hát Paint Your Picture

on my wall,
Fifteen colours,
Starting with
The first of the summer,
And don't think be finished
Till I've begun to this,
With you out in the sunlight,
As laughter fills my canvas
The sun in my fingers,
On back against the blinds,
tracing out your hollows
It is filling in lines,
There your curl finds your
As you the window,
When my brush itself
lines upon your pillow,
Finds you in the middle
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 sunset golden
On the wineskins of the
I have seen eyes in paintings
As Cathedrals cried
Let me paint your face in
Hang your like Angelabra
See you in the middle
Of lines you 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 in a frame
I never 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 lines you laid down
Tryin' to my picture into yours