Luyện nghe bài hát Fountainhead

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

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

Near point
From the you've made
the constructed
Deity's

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

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

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