Luyện nghe bài hát Painters

Eighty years, an old lady now, on the front porch
Watching the clouds by
They remind her of her lover, how he her, and of times long ago,
When she used carelessly, painted his portrait
A thousand times, or just his smile,
Her and her would follow him wherever he would go

'Cause they were painters and they were painting
A lovely

Oil streaked daisies covered the living room
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 as beautiful as you are to me"

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

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

And they were painters and they had painted
A lovely

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

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

So seasons came and many seasons went
And many times she saw her love's face the flowers,
to the trees and singing to his children,
And when the blew, she knew he was listening,
And how he seemed to laugh along, and how he seemed to her
When she was

'Cause were painters and they had painted themselves
A world

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

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