Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling to be caught in
To be here
To be stuck in with Vienna so near
Yet so far the Emperor's ear
a strange and impossible sum
To be old while to be so young
To have sung speaking a word
To be
To be
to fail
To be
To love but to be so
To trust and to be so
To mourn, forlorn, to be from you
Scorned for who suffers no grief
To curse God, lightning
And to still be
To hide in this room, now too rich to
To hear armies of bang at the door
yelling for more
And to have nothing to sell that help
Except for the Steinway that in the corner

For it all came too easily
To learn the scales in key
To play the etudes and the
The nocturnes and The
To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies
To seek the fits and starts
To strike the F like it's an arrow through the heart
To wing the right hand 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 foot upon the
And to clench the iron first inside the glove
To learn to and to scream
(the justifies the scream)
To let each yearning breathe
(no, nothing 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 gate to heaven til there's to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the length of hidden in the cabinet
To the twisted rope unto an alphabet
To lay the lazy C upon the shabby wooden floor to
To send the end across the top and the C into 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 again to give the coil seven loops
To penetrate the yawning
To tug the loose appendage
To the knot until it's ready for the job
it's got to do
To toss the braid 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 the collar
Find the
To step the air