Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling knot to be in
To be here
To be stuck in Berlin with so near
Yet so far from the ear
What a strange and sum
To be old while to be so young
To have 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
for another who suffers no grief
To curse God, lightning
And to still be
To hide in room, now too rich to afford
To armies of creditors bang at the door
Always yelling for
And to nothing to sell 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 etudes and the
The nocturnes and The
To master the sonatas, minuets, and
To seek the truth fits and
To strike the middle F like it's an arrow the heart
To wing the right hand like a dove
(the flutter of a dove)
And with left a shove
(some moments will demand a shove)
To gently yet relentless with a steady foot upon the pedal
And to clench the iron first the velvet glove
To to whisper and to scream
(the whisper 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
solid underneath
To rap those heavy knuckles on the gate to til there's nothing to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the length of hidden in the cabinet
To metamorphasize the twisted rope an alphabet
To lay the lazy C upon the shabby wooden floor to
To send the end across the top and bend the C an S
To curve the tail beneath the S to turn the to a B
To hug the root around the fibers suffocatingly
To wrap to wrap again to give the coil seven loops
To the yawning hoop
To tug the loose appendage
To yank the 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 the collar
Find the
To into the air