Luyện nghe bài hát Theories

Arthur stepped off, yeah he offa the chair
Couldn't weigh a hundred pounds
And the rope snapped yeah the rope
And Arthur found himself looking up from the ground
Looking up, looking up, found 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 thing it is to fail
To release grasping fingernails
Arthur thought the end was
Arthur played for fifty years
And then my father walked 8th and 57th street to

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

Back in 97 Dad was my chauffeur
He'd play radio and I'd try to guess the
Chopin sprinkled over the hum of the
I was young never I'd doubt my composure
Everything's kosher, man I was so
I'd say that I'm
want no adulthood
I never
Couldn't get how anyone would want to end to their life
the day that I could
I've it said we're alone in the ether
That we're the intelligent creatures
So you don't need to adjust receivers
If they were out there they'd be us, hitting our beepers
Invading us on some alien Caesar
Or "take me to your leader"
But I got a it's neither
That there's a billion brilliant alien at leisure
alien reefer
The of the mind's not the hunger to conquer
Or to want or to or to wander
Or wonder, but to simply to be
Until we cease to be any
nothing wrong with heavy eyelids
I hope you my twenties as much as I did
You'll never know how much that all of you
And I'm try to do the same for