Luyện nghe bài hát Vincent

Starry, night
your palette blue and gray
Look out on a day
With eyes that know the in my soul

on the hills
Sketch the trees and the
Catch the breeze and the winter
In colors on the snowy land

Now, I understand, what you to say to me
And how you suffered for your
And how you tried to set them
would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps listen now

Starry, starry
flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china

changing hue
Morning fields of grain
faces lined in pain
Are beneath the artist's loving hand

Now, I understand, what you to say to me
And how you suffered for sanity
And how you to set them free
They not listen, they did not know how
they'll listen now

For could not love you
But still love was true
And when no hope was inside
On that starry, night

You took your as lovers often do
But I could have told you,
This was never meant for one
As as you

Starry, starry
Portraits in empty halls
Frame less on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't

Like the that you've met
The men in ragged clothes
The thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and on the virgin snow

Now, I I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your
And how you to set them free
They not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they will