Luyện nghe bài hát Vincent

Starry, starry
Paint your palette and gray
out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the in my soul

on the hills
Sketch the trees and
Catch the and winter chills
In colors on the linen land

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

Starry, starry
Flaming flowers brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet
in Vincent's eyes of China blue

Colors hue
Morning fields of amber
faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving

Now I understand, you tried to say to me
They did not listen, did not know how
Perhaps they'll now
Starry, night