Luyện nghe bài hát Painters

Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the porch
the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times ago,
When she used carelessly, painted his portrait
A times, or maybe just his smile,
Her and her canvas would follow him he would go

'Cause they were painters and they were themselves
A lovely

Oil streaked daisies the living room walls
He put water roses in her hair
He said, "Love, I you,
I to give you the mountains, the sunshine,
The too
I want to give you a as beautiful as you are to me"

'Cause I'm a and I want to paint you
A way

So they sat down and a drawing of their love,
They made it an art to by
They painted every passion, every home, created every child
In the winter they were of warmth,
In the they were carpenters of love
They thought blue prints were too sad so made them yellow

And were painters and they had painted themselves
A world

Until one day the rain fell as as black oil
And in her heart she something was wrong
She went running through the screaming,
"No God, don't him from me!"
But by the time she got there, she he already had gone
She got to where he lay, colored roses in his hands for her
She threw them down screaming, "Damn you man, leave me
With nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these portraits
To me!"

He said, "Love I only leave a little, try to
I put my in this life we've created with these four hands
Love, I leave, but only a little, world holds me still
My body may die now, but these are real"
La li lai la li lai la li lai

So many came and many seasons went
And times she saw her love's face watering the flowers,
to the trees and singing to his children,
And when the blew, she knew he was listening,
And how he seemed to laugh along, and how he seemed to her
she was crying

'Cause they were painters and they had painted
A world

years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds by
remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago,
When she used color carelessly, painted his
A thousand times, or just his smile,
Her and her canvas would follow him he would go
Yes, she and her still follow

'Cause they are painters and are painting themselves
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'Cause they are and they are painting themselves
A world