Luyện nghe bài hát Ideas Are Like Stars

Today Joseph is sitting
With nods to the waitress
She off his cup while she's snapping her gum
Making her on the lunch shift
Counting out coins, he leaves arranged
In neat lines and circles and
She just stares at the tip that spells out her
And are like stars

And yesterday down 4th Avenue
the stalls and the bookshops
The sepia tones of a afternoon
Cradled a storefront
And inside the air was thick with the
As the dust settled his heart
And here for a moment is every place in the
And ideas are like

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

For the language of longing never had
So how did you speak from heart?
Yet here is a box that swears it has
ideas are like stars

Tonight Joseph out in the yard
As Debussy played from the
Celestial companions till mornings first
overhead and he listened
And who was that there by the gate?
Who was that standing guard?
It was loneliness and loneliness waits
And are like stars
are like stars