Luyện nghe bài hát Theories

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

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

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

Back in 97 when Dad was my
He'd play radio and I'd try to guess the
Chopin sprinkled over the hum of the
When I was young I'd doubt my composure
Everything's kosher, man I was so
I'd say that I'm
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 it said we're alone in the ether
That the only 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 Caesar
Or "take me to your leader"
But I got a theory 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 even wonder, but to to be
Until we cease to be any
There's nothing with heavy eyelids
I hope you enjoyed my as much as I did
You'll never know how much that all of you
And I'm gonna try to do the for