Luyện nghe bài hát 300 Years Old

There's got to be a
There's got to be a
For all effort marked
By centuries of and doubts

I was blinded, turned to speech
My turned grey, my flesh a rot
Every thought and my soul turned bliss

For I nothing
The gods resented my
Thus I three hundred years old
Without having anything

All pondering, it's made me sway
All to make out the one final question

I was blinded, deaf to speech
My hair turned grey, my a rot
thought stillborn and my soul turned bliss

For I nothing
The resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred old
Without learned anything

In dark and lonely
I to find the heart of our creation
could I dream of what
I by the greatest hexagram

For I nothing
The gods my plead
Thus I turned three years old
Without learned anything

The thesis of God, the search for
Made me at first seek, then bow to a truth I didn't to know

For I nothing
The gods my plead
Thus I turned three years old
Without having anything