Luyện nghe bài hát Theories

Arthur stepped off, yeah he offa the chair
Couldn't a hundred forty pounds
And the rope snapped the rope 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 don't to stay that way
No, not so tightly

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

Carnegie Hall, it was Carnegie Hill
The was past sold out for weeks
But they said "if you don't mind, if you don't mind on stage
Sometimes we a couple 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 hands that didn't exist
That didn't exist to see

in 97 when Dad was my chauffeur
He'd 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
kosher, man I was so sure
I'd say that I'm
want no adulthood
I never
Couldn't get how anyone would ever to end to their life
the day that I could
I've heard it we're alone in the ether
That we're the intelligent creatures
So you don't to adjust your receivers
If they out there 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
there's a billion brilliant alien planets at leisure
Smoking reefer
The evolution of the mind's not the to conquer
Or to want or to seek or to
Or even wonder, but to to be
we cease to be any longer
There's wrong with heavy eyelids
I hope you enjoyed my as much as I did
You'll never know how that all of you provided
And I'm try to do the same for