Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling knot to be in
To be here
To be in Berlin with Vienna so near
Yet so far the Emperor's ear
What a strange and sum
To be old while to still be so
To have sung speaking a word
To be
To be
Then to
To be
To but to be so naive
To and to be so deceived
To mourn, forlorn, to be from you
Scorned for who suffers no grief
To curse God, lightning
And to still be
To hide in this room, now too rich to
To hear of creditors bang at the door
Always for more
And to have nothing to sell that could
Except for the Steinway sits in the corner

For Arthur it all too easily
To the scales in every key
To play the etudes and the
The nocturnes and The
To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies
To seek the truth fits and
To strike the middle F like it's an arrow the heart
To wing the hand like a dove
(the peaceful flutter of a dove)
And with left a violent shove
(some moments demand a shove)
To needle gently yet with a steady foot upon the pedal
And to clench the iron first inside the glove
To to whisper and to scream
(the whisper the scream)
To let yearning finger breathe
(no, lives unless it breathes)
To burn, to worship, to
To pose a with a pinky on a key
To flee, to fight, to
To in air
Nothing solid
To rap heavy knuckles 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 unto an alphabet
To lay the lazy C the shabby wooden floor to rest
To send the end the top and bend the C into an S
To curve the tail beneath the S to 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 hoop
To tug the loose through
To yank the knot until it's for the job
it's 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 nothing to do but
the chair
To cinch the
the edge
To step the air