Luyện nghe bài hát Estelle

I was painting a still this morning
Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy of of Cancer
The only thing weird it is that a year ago
I never I'd paint anything again
I decided I wasn't ever gonna again
It didn't bother me too much, dead
David Hockney's still alive, I don't to paint

I painted over ten thousand
Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones and light
I've haystacks and rich old ladies by their pools
nothing but a scarf
I've painted there was to paint
Now it was time to sit back, give
Get on the internet, out at club med
Take stock of I've done

You know, the best I ever had was a dog
It sounds like a unless it's happened to you
Some days dog was the only reason I even got out of bed
dog went everywhere with me and then I heard the crack addicts
Were stealin' dogs and them for animal research
It sounded like an urban to me like the mouse in the Coke bottle
But I started leavin' her at home after

You know, Paula was my wife for a
She ran off to Paris with the great of Van Gogh
A cartoonist who did graphics for Le Monde
When left she took my dog, I never saw her again
Except in the court during the custody
She won and got to the dog
And I speak to anyone for months

You know it feels
Like there's so much that you
Sometimes the world is down
Sometimes it seems the only thing you need
Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk town

I started hanging with Dino
He used to run a poker back east
Now he has a little coffee shop, sells cappuccino to his old
Tommy, and Jimmy the Wig and Ugly Rose

You know the best person I knew
Was a woman named Estelle
She still calls me drunk every few
And asks me stuff I don't to talk about
You can't talk to her unless you're drunk yourself
Then we go all

she goes, "Why baby, why baby, why baby, why
Have you turned your on love?
You had so chances
Why you let 'em all go by?"

Well, one morning I was out in front of Dino's place
Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly who gives free mohawks
There were a of young painters, I was hopin' to come by
So I could give 'em advice

Yeah, I was sittin' there updating my list of
When this girl walks in and the universe kind of
Turned out she the same tea as me
Don't take more than that to a conversation sometimes
She believed collage was the of all the arts
And was busy pasting of horses, next to ads for laundry soap
Next to Ali, she had a turquoise in her ear
And Rachmaninoff was always in her head

But that day I was trying to describe her to Jimmy the Wig
I couldn't any words and I realized I'd started to sketch her chin
Somehow it didn't right, I scratched it out and tried it again
I filled an entire pad, I threw it away, I never came close

For a six days I sat at place
The rain wouldn't quit and no one in
Finally on the seventh day it cleared and in she
I asked her to sit with me and I her a cup of tea
And I asked her to model for me
afternoon I was at a canvas
She was wearing a yellow
I swore if she let me, I'd get it

I've painted ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and ones
But sitting there, it was like I couldn't even my own name
I and said, "It's been a few months
If you have patience, get the hang of it again"
In the next few weeks, I painted her hundreds of
If I get the nose right, the too long
If I get 'em both right, the is too thin
But I keep after it and one day I, I'll get it all

I painted a still life this morning, of a throat
on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
The only was funny is that
I never thought I'd anything again
I think I go visit Estelle
Those mountains are good for the soul
I'll my brushes and some Jack Daniels
And we can make up for lost

And she said, "Why baby, why baby, why baby
Baby why have you your back on love
You had so chances
Why you let 'em all go by?"

And she says, "Why baby, why baby, why why?
Baby why you turned your back on love
You had so many
Why you let 'em all go by?"

Sometimes it seems like there's so much you need
the world is upside down
Sometimes it seems like the only thing you
Is holdin' hand as you walk through town