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 the Emperor's ear
What a strange and sum
To be old while to be so young
To have sung speaking a word
To be
To be
to fail
To be
To but to be so naive
To trust and to be so
To mourn, forlorn, to be from you
Scorned for who suffers no grief
To curse God, lightning
And to be ignored
To hide in room, now too rich to afford
To hear armies of creditors at the door
yelling for more
And to nothing to sell that could help
Except for the Steinway that sits in the

For it all came too easily
To learn the in every key
To play the etudes and the
The and The Fantaisie
To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies
To seek the fits and starts
To strike the middle F it's an arrow through the heart
To the right hand like a dove
(the peaceful flutter of a dove)
And with left a shove
(some moments will demand a shove)
To needle gently yet relentless with a foot upon the pedal
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, 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 gate to heaven til nothing to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the length of hidden in the cabinet
To metamorphasize the twisted rope unto an
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 the S to turn the tangle to a B
To hug the root around the fibers suffocatingly
To wrap again to wrap again to give the seven loops
To penetrate the 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 beam and to affix the
To bid adieu to all of you
until there's left to do but
the chair
To cinch the
the edge
To into the air