Author Victoria Lady Bug
Source: www.englishexercises.org
Listen to this beautiful song
and complete the missing words:
gray |
eyes |
clouds |
starry hand |
winter |
blue |
snow |
suffered |
night |
world |
know beautiful |
colors |
clothes |
Vincent |
love listen |
rose |
Paint your palette
Look out on a summer's day
With
Shadows on the
Sketch the
and the daffodils

:
Catch the breeze and the
chills
In
on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you
for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not
; they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
, starry :
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze;
Swirling
in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's
of China blue.
changing hue:
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving
.
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you
for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
But still, your
was true.
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry
You took your life as lovers often do.
But I could've told you,
Catch the breeze and the
In
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze;
Swirling
Reflect in Vincent's
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
But still, your
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry
You took your life as lovers often do.
But I could've told you,
This
was never meant
For one as as you.
For one as as you.
Starry, starry night:
Portraits hung in empty halls:
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the
Like the strangers that you've met:
The ragged men in ragged
The silver thorn, a bloody
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin


Now I think I
Now I think I
What you tried to say to me,
And how you
for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not
; they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
And how you
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not
Perhaps they never will.
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