Luyện nghe bài hát Ideas Are Like Stars

Today Joseph is sitting alone, with nods to the waitress
She tops off his cup while she's her gum, making her rounds on the lunch shift
Counting out coins, he leaves them arranged, in neat and circles and arcs
She just stares at the tip that spells out her and ideas are like stars

And pedaling down 4th Avenue, between the stalls and the bookshops
The sepia of a lost afternoon cradled a curio storefront
And inside the air was thick with the past, as the settled onto his heart
And here for a moment is every place in the world and ideas are like

They fall the sky, they run round your head
They litter sleep as they beckon
teach you to fly without wires or thread
They promise if only you'd let

For the language of longing never had words, so how did you speak from heart
Yet is a box that swears it has heard that ideas are like stars

Tonight Joseph stood out in the yard, as Debussy from the kitchen
Celestial companions `til first lark, shone overhead and he listened
And who was that shadow by the gate, who was that there standing guard
It was only loneliness, and waits, and ideas are like stars
Ideas are like