Luyện nghe bài hát Theories

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

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

Carnegie Hall, yeah it was Carnegie
The was past sold 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, feet, yeah my dad's twenty three
feet 
from the hands on the keys
Yeah, the hands on the keys of a man the hands that almost didn't exist
almost didn't exist to see

Back in 97 when Dad was my
play radio and I'd try to guess the composer
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 life
Until the day that I
I've heard it said we're alone in the
That we're the only intelligent
So you don't to adjust your receivers
If they were out they'd be texting us, hitting our beepers
Invading us on some Julius Caesar
Or "take me to your leader"
But I got a theory neither
That there's a billion brilliant alien at leisure
Smoking alien
The of the mind's not the hunger to conquer
Or to want or to seek or to
Or even wonder, but to to be
Until we cease to be any
There's nothing wrong with heavy
I hope you enjoyed my twenties as as I did
You'll know how much that all of you provided
And I'm gonna try to do the for