Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling knot to be in
To be here
To be stuck in Berlin with Vienna so
Yet so far the Emperor's ear
a strange and impossible sum
To be old while to be so young
To have sung before 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
for another who suffers no grief
To curse God, seeking
And to be ignored
To hide in room, now too rich to afford
To hear of creditors bang at the door
Always yelling for
And to have nothing to that could help
Except for the Steinway that in the corner

For Arthur it all came too
To learn the scales in key
To play the and the suites
The nocturnes and The
To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies
To the truth fits and starts
To strike the middle F like it's an arrow the heart
To wing the right hand a dove
(the peaceful flutter of a dove)
And with a violent shove
(some moments will demand a shove)
To needle gently yet relentless with a steady foot the pedal
And to clench the iron first inside the velvet
To to whisper and to scream
(the whisper the scream)
To let each yearning finger
(no, lives unless 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 to heaven til there's nothing to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the length of cable hidden in the
To metamorphasize the twisted rope unto an
To lay the C upon the shabby wooden floor to rest
To the end across 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 wretched root the fibers suffocatingly
To wrap again to wrap again to give the seven loops
To the yawning hoop
To tug the loose appendage
To the knot until it's ready for the job
it's got to do
To toss the braid above the beam and to affix the noose
To bid adieu to all of you
until nothing left to do but
the chair
To cinch the
the edge
To step the air