Luyện nghe bài hát Theories

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

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

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

Back in 97 Dad was my chauffeur
He'd radio and I'd try to guess the composer
Chopin over the hum of the motor
When I was young never I'd doubt my
Everything's kosher, man I was so
I'd say I'm good
Don't want no
I never
Couldn't get how anyone would ever want to end to their
the day that I could
I've heard it said alone in the ether
That we're the only intelligent
So you don't need to adjust receivers
If were out there they'd be texting us, hitting our beepers
Invading us on alien Julius Caesar
Or "take me to your leader"
But I got a theory neither
That there's a billion brilliant planets at leisure
Smoking alien
The evolution of the mind's not the hunger to
Or to want or to seek or to
Or wonder, but to simply to be
Until we to be any longer
There's wrong with heavy eyelids
I hope you enjoyed my twenties as as I did
You'll know how much that all of you provided
And I'm gonna try to do the for