Luyện nghe bài hát Theories

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

What a lovely it is to fail
To release those grasping
thought the end was near
Then played for fifty years
And then my walked down 8th and 57th street to

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

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