Luyện nghe bài hát Vincent

Starry, starry
your palette blue and grey
Look out on a day
With eyes that know the darkness in my
on the hills
Sketch the trees and the
the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen

Now I
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
Perhaps listen now

Starry, night
Flaming flowers that brightly
Swirling clouds in a violet
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china
changing hue
Morning of amber grain
faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's hand

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

For they not love you
But your love was true
And no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry
You took life, as lovers often do
But I told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as as you

Starry, night
Portraits in empty halls
Frameless heads on walls
With that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers you've met
The men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn on the bloody
Lie and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I
What you to say to me
And how you suffered for your
And how you tried to set free
They not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps never will