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 from the ear
a strange and impossible sum
To be old while to still be so
To have sung 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 curse God, lightning
And to be ignored
To hide in this room, now too to afford
To hear of creditors bang at the door
Always yelling for
And to have nothing to sell that help
Except for the Steinway that sits in the

For Arthur it all too easily
To learn the scales in key
To the etudes and the suites
The nocturnes and The
To master the sonatas, minuets, and
To the truth fits and starts
To strike the F like it's an arrow through the heart
To wing the right hand like a dove
(the flutter of a dove)
And with a violent shove
(some moments will demand a shove)
To needle gently yet with a steady foot upon the pedal
And to clench the first inside the velvet glove
To to whisper and to scream
(the justifies the scream)
To let yearning finger 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
Nothing solid
To rap those heavy on the gate to heaven til there's nothing to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the of cable hidden in the cabinet
To metamorphasize the twisted rope unto an
To lay the lazy C upon the shabby 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 root around the fibers suffocatingly
To wrap again to wrap again to give the coil seven
To penetrate the yawning
To tug the loose through
To yank the knot until it's 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 left to do but
the chair
To the collar
the edge
To into the air