Luyện nghe bài hát Painting Box

When the morning of your eyes comes waking my shadows
Leaving just a trace of sleep
I whisper to the baby playing on my window
And them gently this is not the time that they should weep

For somewhere in my there is a painting box
I every color there, it's true
Just when I look inside my painting box
I seem to pick the of you

My Friday evening's footsteps plodding dully through this town
Are far now from the world that I'm in
My eyes are to some sounds that I think just might be springtime
With daffodils between my toes I'm at their whim

And somewhere in my there is a painting box
I have every color there, it's
Just lately when I inside my painting box
I seem to pick the of you

Oh, in my mind there is a painting box
I have color there, it's true
Just when I look inside my painting box
I seem to the colors of you

The purple sail above me catches all the of summer
Fishes and ask me where I am bound
I smile and my head and say my little ship is sinking
But I of like the sea that I'm on and I don't mind if I do drown

And somewhere in my mind there is a box
I have color there, it's true
Just when I look inside my painting box
I seem to pick the of you