Luyện nghe bài hát Painters

Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the porch
the clouds roll by
They her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago,
When she used color carelessly, painted his
A times, or maybe just his smile,
Her and her canvas follow him wherever he would go

they were painters and they were painting themselves
A world

Oil streaked covered the living room walls
He put water colored roses in her
He said, "Love, I you,
I want to you the mountains, the sunshine,
The too
I want to give you a world as as you are to me"

'Cause I'm a and I want to paint you
A way

So they sat down and made a drawing of love,
They it an art to live by
They painted every passion, every home, created every beautiful
In the winter they were of warmth,
In the summer they carpenters of love
They blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow

And they were and they had painted themselves
A world

Until one day the rain fell as thick as oil
And in her heart she knew was wrong
She went through the orchard screaming,
"No God, don't him from me!"
But by the time she got there, she he already had gone
She got to where he lay, water colored in his hands for her
She threw them screaming, "Damn you man, don't leave me
With nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold
To me!"

He said, "Love I only leave a little, try to
I put my soul in this life we've created these four hands
Love, I leave, but a little, this world holds me still
My body may die now, but these are real"
La li lai la li lai la li lai

So many came and many seasons went
And many times she saw her love's watering the flowers,
Talking to the trees and to his children,
And when the wind blew, she he was listening,
And how he seemed to laugh along, and how he to hold her
she was crying

'Cause they were painters and had painted themselves
A world

Eighty years, an old now, sitting on the front porch
the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he her, and of times long ago,
When she used color carelessly, his portrait
A times, or maybe just his smile,
Her and her canvas would him wherever he would go
Yes, she and her canvas follow

'Cause they are painters and they are themselves
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'Cause they are painters and they are painting
A world