Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a knot to be caught in
To be here
To be stuck in Berlin with Vienna so
Yet so far from the ear
What a and impossible sum
To be old to still be so young
To have sung before speaking a
To be
To be
Then to
To be
To but to be so naive
To trust and to be so
To mourn, forlorn, to be from you
Scorned for another who no grief
To God, seeking lightning
And to still be
To in this room, now too rich to afford
To hear of creditors bang at the door
yelling for more
And to have nothing to sell that help
Except for the Steinway that sits in the

For Arthur it all came too
To the scales in every key
To play the and the suites
The nocturnes and The
To master the sonatas, minuets, and
To seek the truth fits and
To strike the F like it's an arrow through the heart
To wing the right hand like a dove
(the flutter of a dove)
And with left a shove
(some moments will demand a shove)
To needle gently yet relentless with a foot upon the pedal
And to clench the iron inside the velvet glove
To to whisper and to scream
(the whisper the scream)
To let each yearning breathe
(no, nothing lives it breathes)
To burn, to worship, to
To pose a question a pinky on a key
To flee, to fight, to
To in air
solid underneath
To rap those heavy knuckles on the gate to heaven til nothing to
Achieve, but
To go the length of cable hidden in the cabinet
To metamorphasize the twisted unto an alphabet
To lay the lazy C upon the shabby wooden floor to
To send the end across the top and bend the C an S
To curve the beneath the S to turn the tangle to a B
To hug the wretched root around the suffocatingly
To wrap again to wrap again to give the coil seven
To penetrate the yawning
To tug the appendage through
To yank the knot it's ready for the job
it's got to do
To the braid above the ceiling beam and to affix the noose
To bid adieu to all of you
until there's nothing to do but
the chair
To cinch the
Find the
To step the air