Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling to be caught in
To be here
To be stuck in Berlin with Vienna so
Yet so far the Emperor's ear
What a strange and sum
To be old while to still be so
To have sung before speaking a
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 from you
Scorned for who suffers no grief
To curse God, seeking
And to be ignored
To hide in this room, now too rich to
To hear armies of creditors at the door
yelling for more
And to have to sell that could help
Except for the Steinway that sits in the

For it all came too easily
To learn the in every key
To play the etudes and the
The and The Fantaisie
To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies
To seek the truth fits and
To strike the middle F like it's an arrow through the
To wing the right like a dove
(the peaceful flutter of a dove)
And with left a violent shove
(some will demand a shove)
To gently yet relentless with a steady foot upon the pedal
And to clench the iron first inside the glove
To learn to whisper and to
(the justifies the scream)
To let each yearning breathe
(no, nothing unless it breathes)
To burn, to worship, to
To a question with a pinky on a key
To flee, to fight, to
To in air
Nothing underneath
To rap those heavy knuckles on the to heaven 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 wooden floor to
To send the end the top and bend 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 wrap again to the coil seven loops
To the yawning hoop
To tug the appendage through
To yank the until it's ready for the job
it's got to do
To toss the braid above the ceiling and to affix the noose
To bid adieu to all of you
until there's nothing to do but
Climb the
To the collar
the edge
To into the air