Luyện nghe bài hát Painters

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

'Cause they were painters and they were painting
A world

Oil daisies covered the living room walls
He put water colored in her hair
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"

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

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

And they were painters and they had themselves
A world

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

He said, "Love I only a little, try to understand
I put my soul in this life we've created 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 many came and many seasons went
And many times she saw her face watering the flowers,
Talking to the and singing to his children,
And when the wind blew, she he was listening,
And how he seemed to laugh along, and how he seemed to her
When she was

'Cause they were painters and they had painted
A lovely

Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front
Watching the clouds by
remind 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 would follow him he would go
Yes, she and her still follow

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