Luyện nghe bài hát Vincent

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

on the hills
Sketch the trees and
Catch the breeze and chills
In on the snowy linen land

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

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

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

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