Luyện nghe bài hát Ideas Are Like Stars

Today Joseph is sitting alone, with nods to the waitress
She tops off his cup while she's her gum, making her rounds on the lunch shift
Counting out coins, he them arranged, in neat lines and circles and arcs
She just stares at the tip that spells out her name and ideas are like

And yesterday pedaling down 4th Avenue, the stalls and the bookshops
The sepia of a lost afternoon cradled a curio storefront
And the air was thick with the past, as the dust settled onto his heart
And here for a moment is every place in the and ideas are like stars

They fall from the sky, they run round your
They litter your sleep as they
teach you to fly without wires or thread
They promise if you'd let them

For the language of longing had words, so how did you speak from your heart
Yet here is a box that swears it has heard that ideas are stars

Joseph stood out in the yard, as Debussy played from the kitchen
Celestial companions mornings first lark, shone overhead and he listened
And who was that shadow there by the gate, who was there standing guard
It was only loneliness, and loneliness waits, and are like stars
Ideas are stars