Luyện nghe bài hát Fountainhead

Crave for no more, nor the self would
Not even that which is there
Needy of naught, but to be
From any care and want of a urge

What is needed, save will of man
Fulfillment of all that is within
is to fear, what do they hate?
How can they even to look at themselves
who love to crawl?

Near breaking
the bows you've made
Towards the
power

Reverence due, not to mights
Nor of clarity, but to the well known, familiar
present miracle of the
I, fountainhead of

How can anyone with serious
all that's left for me
And still be free to seek real?
Where's the logic

The one thing should be guided our way
Throughout this state that we call life?
Where's the I, fountainhead of