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 Arthur himself looking up from the ground
Looking up, looking up, things looking up
Looking up, looking not so down, no not so
No knots have to stay that way
No, not so tightly

a lovely thing it is to fail
To release those grasping
Arthur the end was near
Then Arthur played for fifty
And then my father down 8th and 57th 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 sitting on stage
Sometimes we a couple seats"
feet, twenty feet, yeah my dad's twenty three
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from the hands on the keys
Yeah, the hands on the keys of a man the hands that almost didn't exist
That didn't exist to see

Back in 97 Dad was my chauffeur
He'd radio and I'd try to guess the composer
Chopin over the hum of the motor
When I was young never I'd my composure
Everything's kosher, man I was so
I'd say I'm good
Don't want no
I never
Couldn't get how anyone would want to end to their life
the day that I could
I've heard it said we're alone in the
That the only intelligent creatures
So you don't need to your receivers
If were out there they'd be texting us, hitting our beepers
Invading us on some alien Caesar
Or begging "take me to leader"
But I got a theory neither
That there's a billion brilliant alien planets at
Smoking alien
The evolution of the 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 wrong with heavy eyelids
I hope you my twenties as much as I did
You'll never know how that all of you provided
And I'm try to do the same for