Luyện nghe bài hát Vincent

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

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

Now I
What you to say to me
How you suffered for your
How you tried to set them

They would not listen, they did not how
Perhaps, listen now

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

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

Now I
What you to say to me
How you suffered for your
How you tried to set them

would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps, they'll now

For they not love you
But still your was true
And when no was left inside
On that starry, starry

You took your life as lovers do
But I could have told you, "
This was never meant
For one as as you"

Starry, night
Portraits in empty halls
Frame heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and forget

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

Now I I know
you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your
How you to set them free

They would not listen, not listening still
Perhaps, they will