Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling to be caught in
To be here
To be stuck in Berlin with so near
Yet so far from the ear
a strange and impossible sum
To be old to still be so young
To sung before speaking a word
To be
To be
to fail
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 suffers no
To God, seeking lightning
And to still be
To in this room, now too rich to afford
To hear armies of creditors at the door
Always for more
And to have nothing to sell that could
for the Steinway that sits in the corner

For Arthur it all too easily
To learn the in every key
To play the etudes and the
The nocturnes and The
To master the sonatas, minuets, and
To seek the fits and starts
To strike the middle F like an arrow through the heart
To wing the right like a dove
(the peaceful flutter of a dove)
And with a violent shove
(some moments will demand a shove)
To needle gently yet relentless 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 finger
(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
Nothing solid
To rap those heavy on the gate to heaven til there's nothing to
Achieve, but
To go the length of cable hidden in the cabinet
To metamorphasize the rope unto an alphabet
To lay the lazy C the shabby wooden floor to rest
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 around the fibers suffocatingly
To again to wrap again to give the coil seven loops
To penetrate the yawning
To tug the appendage through
To the knot until it's ready for the job
it's got to do
To toss the above the ceiling beam and to affix the noose
To bid adieu to all of you
until nothing left to do but
Climb the
To the collar
Find the
To step the air