Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling knot to be in
To be exiled
To be stuck in Berlin with so near
Yet so far from the ear
a strange and impossible sum
To be old while to still be so
To have sung before a word
To be
To be
Then to
To be
To but to be so naive
To and to be so deceived
To mourn, forlorn, to be torn you
Scorned for another who no grief
To curse God, seeking
And to still be
To hide in this room, now too to afford
To hear of creditors bang at the door
yelling for more
And to have nothing to sell could help
Except for the Steinway sits in the corner

For it all came too easily
To learn the scales in key
To the etudes and the suites
The nocturnes and The
To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies
To seek the truth fits and
To strike the middle F like it's an through the heart
To wing the right hand like a dove
(the flutter of a dove)
And left a violent shove
(some moments will demand a shove)
To gently yet relentless with a steady foot upon the pedal
And to clench the iron inside the velvet glove
To learn to and to scream
(the justifies 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 underneath
To rap those heavy knuckles on the gate to til there's nothing to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the length of cable in the cabinet
To metamorphasize the rope unto an alphabet
To lay the lazy C upon the shabby floor to rest
To send the end the top and bend the C into an S
To the tail beneath the S to turn the tangle to a B
To hug the wretched root around the fibers
To wrap again to wrap again to give the seven loops
To the yawning hoop
To tug the loose appendage
To yank the knot until ready for the job
it's got to do
To toss the braid above the ceiling beam and to the noose
To bid adieu to all of you
until there's left to do but
Climb the
To the collar
Find the
To step the air