Luyện nghe bài hát Theories

Arthur off, yeah he stepped offa the chair
Couldn't a hundred forty pounds
And the rope snapped yeah the snapped
And then Arthur himself looking up from the ground
up, looking up, found things looking up
Looking up, looking not so down, no not so
No knots don't have to that way
No, not so wound

What a lovely thing it is to
To release those fingernails
thought the end was near
Then Arthur played for fifty
And my father walked down 8th and 57th street to

Carnegie Hall, it was Carnegie Hill
The was past sold out for weeks
But they "if you don't mind, if you don't mind sitting on stage
we release a couple seats"
Twenty feet, twenty feet, yeah my twenty three
Tweet feet the hands on the keys
Yeah, the hands on the keys of a man with the hands almost didn't exist
That almost exist to see

in 97 when Dad was my chauffeur
He'd play radio and I'd try to the composer
sprinkled over the hum of the motor
When I was young I'd doubt my composure
kosher, man I was so sure
I'd say I'm good
Don't want no
I understood
Couldn't get how anyone would ever to end to their life
Until the day I could
I've heard it said alone in the ether
That we're the intelligent creatures
So you don't need to your receivers
If they out there they'd be texting us, hitting our beepers
Invading us on some alien Julius
Or begging "take me to leader"
But I got a it's neither
That there's a brilliant alien planets at leisure
Smoking alien
The evolution of the mind's not the to conquer
Or to or to seek or to wander
Or even wonder, but to to be
we cease to be any longer
There's nothing wrong heavy eyelids
I you enjoyed my twenties as much as I did
You'll never know how much all of you provided
And I'm gonna try to do the for