Luyện nghe bài hát Vincent

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

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

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

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

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

Now I understand, what you to say to me
They did not listen, they did not how
Perhaps listen now
Starry, night