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 color carelessly, painted his
A thousand times, or just his smile,
Her and her canvas would follow him wherever he go

'Cause they were painters and they were themselves
A lovely

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

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

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

And they painters and they had painted themselves
A world

Until one day the rain fell as thick as oil
And in her she knew something was wrong
She went through the orchard screaming,
"No God, take him from me!"
But by the she got there, she feared 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 left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits
To me!"

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

So many seasons came and many seasons
And many she saw her love's face watering the flowers,
Talking to the trees and to his children,
And the wind blew, she knew he was listening,
And how he seemed to along, and how he seemed to hold her
When she was

'Cause they were painters and they had painted
A world

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 long ago,
When she used color carelessly, painted his
A thousand times, or just his smile,
Her and her canvas would follow him wherever he go
Yes, she and her canvas follow

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