Luyện nghe bài hát Theories

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

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

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

Back in 97 Dad was my chauffeur
play radio and I'd try to guess the composer
Chopin sprinkled the hum of the motor
When I was young never I'd my composure
kosher, man I was so sure
I'd say I'm good
Don't no adulthood
I never
Couldn't get how anyone would want to end to their life
Until the day I could
I've it said we're alone in the ether
we're the only intelligent creatures
So you don't need to adjust your
If they were out there they'd be texting us, our beepers
Invading us on some alien Julius
Or "take me to your leader"
But I got a theory neither
That there's a billion brilliant alien at leisure
alien reefer
The evolution of the not the hunger to conquer
Or to want or to seek or to
Or wonder, but to simply to be
we cease to be any longer
There's nothing wrong heavy eyelids
I hope you enjoyed my as much as I did
never know how much that all of you provided
And I'm gonna try to do the for