Luyện nghe bài hát The Ascetic

Everyday I go upon the
to the top, but I don't know what for.
It's quiet I hear a voice from the mountain
It say's "beware of you want...it might want you more!

Ashes...my hut...
But beautiful like blooming from the hill
One of my patients...just he died
And just before I the hospital and began to travel
If he could face so calmly, how can I face life with
So much now...i sit on the side of a mountain,
And watch the shadows filling the valleys below.
But not without the that still linger,
And caress the edges of my shadowy interior...
At least a cathater impurities,
In a manner of model effeciencies. and my previous
at least offered that. fully vasectomies in clean and
Well-lit places. a feel, seals from infecti[b,
But not from disease. I often if I left anyone behind?
But somehow, I just can't remember. an oddly-defined try
To find a better way. but somehow...i don't believe is it!
I about india, and the hindu concept of life,
To be so loved...and understand the space reality and
Perception. and now...it that I live there...