Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling knot to be in
To be exiled
To be in Berlin with Vienna so near
Yet so far from the ear
a strange and impossible sum
To be old while to be so young
To have sung speaking a word
To be
To be
Then to
To be
To love but to be so
To and to be so deceived
To mourn, forlorn, to be torn you
Scorned for who suffers no grief
To God, seeking lightning
And to still be
To hide in this room, now too to afford
To hear armies of bang at the door
Always yelling for
And to have to sell that could help
for the Steinway that sits in the corner

For Arthur it all too easily
To learn the scales in key
To play the etudes and the
The and The Fantaisie
To master the sonatas, minuets, and
To seek the fits and starts
To strike the middle F it's an arrow through the heart
To wing the right like a dove
(the peaceful flutter of a dove)
And with left a violent shove
(some moments demand a shove)
To needle gently yet relentless with a steady upon the pedal
And to clench the iron first the velvet glove
To to whisper and to scream
(the whisper the scream)
To let each yearning finger
(no, nothing unless it breathes)
To burn, to worship, to
To pose a with a pinky on a key
To flee, to fight, to
To in air
Nothing solid
To rap those heavy knuckles on the gate to til there's nothing to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the of cable hidden in the cabinet
To metamorphasize the twisted unto an alphabet
To lay the C upon the shabby wooden floor to rest
To send the end the top and bend the C into an S
To curve the tail beneath the S to turn the to a B
To hug the root around the fibers suffocatingly
To wrap again to again to give the coil seven loops
To penetrate the hoop
To tug the loose through
To yank the knot until it's for the job
it's got to do
To toss the braid above the ceiling beam and to affix the
To bid adieu to all of there's nothing left to do but
the chair
To the collar
the edge
To step the air