Luyện nghe bài hát Never Lived at All

Becky's playing a piece by on her old piano
She's playing since her childhood, "too long to recall..."
But the chords fall from her fingertips, are the same
She played when she could sit still, back in `69,
When the keys made her hands look

And she her dream around symphonies and concertos
Around traveling the country, and playing the halls
Four later the dreams been reduced to "what-if" scenarios
But hey, to never dream is to have lived at all
Never at all

Dave's a corporate in the city of chicago
And for fifteen years, he's had his to the old grindstone
Poured his money in the bank to the beast called portfolio
Well, if time is money then success is a alone

You can look out at the skyline for forgiveness
When you invest in love, the same will be
He has himself on a lifetime of spoken directness
It took him forty to hear the lesson learned
Has he lived at all?
Never at all...

Never at all

The great american novel on top of peter's kitchen table
300 on a town he built inside of his head
He signs the cover page, uncorks the with the dusty label
Pours his wife a glass, she "baby, bring the bottle to bed"

At 6 am he's out fighting the on the freeway
And fighting his manuscript, has he written his own
But he'll embrace rejection, he'll kiss the seal of envelope
Better to live in than to never have lived at all
To live at all
Never at all