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 be so young
To have before speaking a word
To be
To be
Then to
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, seeking
And to be ignored
To hide in room, now too rich to afford
To armies of creditors bang at the door
Always for more
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 in every key
To the etudes and the suites
The and The Fantaisie
To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies
To seek the truth and starts
To strike the F like it's an arrow through the heart
To wing the hand like a dove
(the peaceful flutter of a dove)
And with left a violent shove
(some will demand a shove)
To needle gently yet relentless a steady foot upon the pedal
And to clench the iron inside the velvet glove
To learn to whisper and to
(the justifies the scream)
To let each yearning breathe
(no, lives unless it breathes)
To burn, to worship, to
To pose a question with a on a key
To flee, to fight, to
To in air
Nothing solid
To rap those heavy knuckles on the gate to heaven til nothing to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the length of cable hidden in the
To the twisted rope unto an alphabet
To lay the lazy C upon the shabby wooden 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 root around the fibers
To wrap again to wrap again to give the coil loops
To the yawning hoop
To tug the loose through
To yank the knot until it's ready for the got to do
To the braid above the ceiling beam and to affix the noose
To bid adieu to all of you
until there's left to do but
Climb the
To the collar
Find the
To step the air