Luyện nghe bài hát Vincent

Starry, night
Paint your palette blue and
out on a summer's day
With eyes know the darkness in my soul
on the hills
Sketch the and the daffodils
the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the linen land

Now I
What you to say to me
And how you for your sanity
And how you to set them free
They would not listen, they did not how
they'll listen now

Starry, night
Flaming flowers brightly blaze
Swirling in a violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of blue
changing hue
Morning fields of amber
Weathered lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's hand

Now I
What you to say to me
And how you suffered for your
And how you tried to set free
would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll now

For they could not you
But still love was true
And when no was left in sight
On that starry, night
You took your life, as lovers do
But I told you, Vincent
This world was never for one as beautiful as you

Starry, night
Portraits hung in empty
Frameless heads on walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't
Like the strangers that met
The men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn on the rose
Lie and broken on the virgin snow

Now I I know
you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for sanity
And how you to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening
Perhaps never will