Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling knot to be in
To be here
To be stuck in Berlin with Vienna so
Yet so far from the ear
a strange and impossible sum
To be old to still be so young
To have sung before a word
To be
To be
to fail
To be
To love but to be so
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 to afford
To hear armies of bang at the door
Always yelling for
And to have nothing to that could help
Except for the that sits in the corner

For Arthur it all too easily
To the scales in every key
To the etudes and the suites
The nocturnes and The
To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies
To the truth fits and starts
To strike the middle F like an arrow through the heart
To wing the hand like a dove
(the peaceful flutter of a dove)
And left a violent shove
(some moments will 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 justifies 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 til there's nothing to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the of cable hidden in the cabinet
To the twisted 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 beneath the S to turn the tangle to a B
To hug the wretched root around the suffocatingly
To again to wrap again to give the coil seven loops
To the yawning hoop
To tug the loose through
To yank the until it's ready for the job
it's got to do
To toss the braid the ceiling beam and to affix the noose
To bid to all of you
until there's nothing left to do but
the chair
To cinch the
Find the
To into the air