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 that fall her fingertips, are the same
She when she could barely sit still, back in `69,
When the made her hands look small

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

a corporate lawyer in the city of chicago
And for fifteen years, had his nose to the old grindstone
Poured his money in the bank to the beast called portfolio
Well, if time is money then is a life alone

You can look out at the skyline for some
When you in love, the same will be returned
He has prided himself on a lifetime of spoken
It took him forty years to the lesson learned
Has he never at all?
lived at all...

lived at all

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

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