Luyện nghe bài hát 300 Years Old

There's got to be a
got to be a meaning
For all this effort
By of questions and doubts

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

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

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

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

For I nothing
The gods resented my
I turned three hundred years old
Without learned anything

In dark and hours
I sought to find the heart of our
Never could I dream of
I by the greatest hexagram

For I know
The resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred old
Without having learned

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

For I know
The gods resented my
I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned