Luyện nghe bài hát Theories

Arthur stepped off, yeah he offa the chair
Couldn't weigh a hundred forty
And the rope snapped yeah the rope
And then found himself looking up from the ground
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 tightly

What a thing it is to fail
To release those grasping
Arthur thought the end was
Then Arthur played for fifty
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 mind, if you don't mind sitting on stage
we release a couple seats"
Twenty feet, twenty feet, yeah my dad's three
feet 
from the hands on the keys
Yeah, the hands on the keys of a man with the hands that almost didn't
That didn't exist to see

in 97 when Dad was my chauffeur
He'd radio and I'd try to guess the composer
sprinkled over the hum of the motor
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 understood
Couldn't get how anyone would ever want to end to life
Until the day that I
I've heard it said alone in the ether
That we're the only intelligent
So you need to adjust your receivers
If they out there they'd be texting us, hitting our beepers
us on some alien Julius Caesar
Or begging "take me to 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 or to wander
Or wonder, but to simply to be
we cease to be any longer
There's nothing wrong with eyelids
I hope you enjoyed my as much as I did
You'll never know how much all of you provided
And I'm gonna try to do the for