Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a knot to be caught in
To be here
To be stuck in Berlin Vienna so near
Yet so far from the ear
What a strange and sum
To be old while to still be so
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 from you
Scorned for who suffers no grief
To curse God, lightning
And to still be
To in this room, now too rich to afford
To hear of creditors bang at the door
Always yelling for
And to nothing to sell that could help
Except for the Steinway that in the corner

For Arthur it all too easily
To the scales in every key
To play the and the suites
The nocturnes and The
To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies
To the truth fits and starts
To the middle 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 moments demand a shove)
To needle yet relentless with a steady foot upon the pedal
And to the iron first inside the velvet glove
To learn to and to scream
(the justifies the scream)
To let each yearning breathe
(no, nothing lives it breathes)
To burn, to worship, to
To pose a question a pinky on a key
To flee, to fight, to
To in air
solid underneath
To rap those heavy knuckles on the gate to heaven til there's to
Achieve, but
To go the length of cable hidden in the cabinet
To the twisted rope unto an alphabet
To lay the C upon the shabby wooden floor to rest
To send the end across the top and the C into an S
To curve the tail beneath the S to turn the to a B
To hug the root around the fibers suffocatingly
To wrap to wrap again to give the coil seven loops
To the yawning hoop
To tug the loose appendage
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 left to do but
Climb the
To the collar
Find the
To step the air