Luyện nghe bài hát Knots

What a
What a strangling knot to be in
To be exiled
To be stuck in Berlin with Vienna so
Yet so far the Emperor's ear
What a and impossible sum
To be old while to still be so
To have before 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 another who suffers no
To curse God, lightning
And to still be
To hide in this room, now too rich to
To armies of creditors bang at the door
Always for more
And to nothing to sell that could help
Except for the Steinway sits in the corner

For it all came too easily
To learn the in every key
To play the and the suites
The and The Fantaisie
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 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 velvet
To to whisper and to scream
(the justifies the scream)
To let each yearning breathe
(no, lives 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 heavy knuckles on the gate to heaven til there's nothing to
Achieve, but
To go retrieve the length of hidden in the cabinet
To metamorphasize the twisted rope unto an
To lay the C upon 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 wretched root the fibers suffocatingly
To wrap again to again to give the coil seven loops
To the yawning hoop
To tug the appendage through
To yank the until it's ready for the job
it's got to do
To toss the above the ceiling beam and to affix the noose
To bid adieu to all of you
until there's nothing to do but
the chair
To cinch the
the edge
To step the air