🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) - Don McLean

 Starry,  night.
 Paint your palette blue  grey,
 Look out on a  day,
 With eyes that know the darkness in my 
  on the hills,
 Sketch the trees  the daffodils,
  the breeze and the winter chills,
  colors on the snowy linen land.
 
 Now I understand what you tried to  to me,
 How you  for your sanity,
 How you tried to set  free.
 They would not listen, they did not know 
  they''ll listen now.
 
 Starry, starry 
  flowers that brightly blaze,
 Swirling clouds in violet 
 Reflect in Vincent''s eyes of  blue.
 Colors changing hue,  field of amber grain,
 Weathered faces  in pain,
 Are  beneath the artist''s loving hand.
 
  I understand what you tried to say to me,
  you suffered for your sanity,
 How you tried to set them 
 They would not listen, they did  know how.
 Perhaps  listen now.
 
 For they could  love you,
 But still your  was true.
 And when  hope was left in sight
 On that starry, starry 
  took your life, as lovers often do.
 But I  have told you, Vincent,
 This world was never meant  one
  beautiful as you.
 
 Starry, starry 
 Portraits hung in empty 
 Frameless head  nameless walls,
 With eyes that watch the world and can''t 
 Like the strangers that you''ve 
 The ragged men in the  clothes,
  silver thorn of bloody rose,
 Lie crushed and broken  the virgin snow.
 
 Now I think I know what  tried to say to me,
 How  suffered for your sanity,
 How  tried to set them free.
 They would  listen, they''re not listening still.
 Perhaps they  will..