Luyện nghe bài hát Fountainhead

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

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

Near point
the bows you've made
Towards the
power

Reverence due, not to unseen
Nor of clarity, but to the well known, familiar
Ever miracle of the
I, of progress

How can anyone serious integrity
all that's left for me
And be free to seek what's real?
the logic thought?

The one thing that be guided our way
Throughout this solitary state that we call
the I, fountainhead of progress?