Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling to be caught in
To be exiled
To be stuck in Berlin Vienna so near
Yet so far from the ear
What a 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 and to be so deceived
To mourn, forlorn, to be torn you
Scorned for who suffers no grief
To God, seeking lightning
And to still be
To hide in this room, now too rich to
To hear armies of creditors bang at the
yelling for more
And to nothing to sell that could help
Except for the that sits in the corner

For Arthur it all came too
To learn the scales in key
To the etudes and the suites
The and The Fantaisie
To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies
To the truth fits and starts
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 violent shove
(some will demand a shove)
To needle gently yet relentless with a steady upon the pedal
And to clench the iron first inside the velvet
To to whisper and to scream
(the justifies the scream)
To let each yearning finger
(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 those heavy knuckles on the 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 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 wretched around the fibers suffocatingly
To wrap again to wrap to give the coil seven loops
To the yawning hoop
To tug the appendage 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 there's nothing left to do but
Climb the
To the collar
the edge
To into the air