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

 Starry, starry 
 Paint your palette blue  grey,
 Look  on a summer''s day,
 With eyes that know the  in my soul.
 Shadows on the 
 Sketch the trees  the daffodils,
 Catch the breeze  the winter chills,
 In  on the snowy linen land.
 
 Now I understand what you tried to  to me,
 How you suffered for your 
  you tried to set them free.
 They would not listen, they did  know how.
 Perhaps they''ll  now.
 
 Starry, starry 
 Flaming flowers that brightly 
 Swirling clouds in violet 
  in Vincent''s eyes of china blue.
 Colors changing hue,  field of amber grain,
 Weathered faces lined  pain,
 Are  beneath the artist''s loving hand.
 
 Now  understand what you tried to say to me,
 How you suffered  your sanity,
  you tried to set them free.
 They would not listen, they  not know how.
  they''ll listen now.
 
 For they could not  you,
 But  your love was true.
 And when no hope was  in sight
 On that starry,  night,
 You took your life,  lovers often do.
 But I could have told you, 
 This world was  meant for one
 As  as you.
 
 Starry, starry 
 Portraits hung in  halls,
 Frameless  on nameless walls,
 With eyes that watch the world and  forget.
 Like the strangers that you''ve 
 The ragged  in the ragged clothes,
 The silver thorn of bloody 
  crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
 
 Now I think I know what  tried to say to me,
 How you suffered for  sanity,
 How you tried to  them free.
 They would  listen, they''re not listening still.
 Perhaps  never will..