Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a knot to be caught in
To be here
To be in Berlin with Vienna so near
Yet so far from the ear
What a and impossible sum
To be old while to be so young
To sung before speaking a word
To be
To be
to fail
To be
To love but to be so
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 still be
To hide in room, now too rich to afford
To hear armies of creditors at the door
Always yelling for
And to have nothing to that could help
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 through the heart
To wing the right hand like a dove
(the flutter of a dove)
And with left a violent shove
(some moments will a shove)
To needle gently yet relentless with a steady foot upon the
And to the iron first inside the velvet glove
To learn to and to scream
(the whisper the scream)
To let each yearning finger
(no, nothing unless it breathes)
To burn, to worship, to
To a question with a pinky on a key
To flee, to fight, to
To in air
Nothing underneath
To rap those heavy knuckles on the gate to heaven til nothing to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the length of cable in the cabinet
To the twisted rope unto an alphabet
To lay the lazy C the shabby wooden floor to rest
To the end across the top and bend the C into an S
To the tail beneath the S to turn the tangle to a B
To hug the wretched root the fibers suffocatingly
To wrap again to wrap again to give the seven loops
To the yawning hoop
To tug the appendage through
To yank the knot until it's ready for the got to do
To toss the braid above the ceiling and to affix the noose
To bid adieu to all of you
until nothing left to do but
the chair
To the collar
the edge
To into the air