Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

I could bend the course
Could give wisdom to the
But I they would be grateful

One wish, a breeze to blow
the and piles of souvenirs

If they would come to see
ages pass before a tree
Will spoil us complexity
They'd be worth a hall of

But it's fools I deal day and night
Fools that only come for short
Though all of past hence
In sanctity's embrace.

Hear my song of
To the precious that countenance
To clamber and dig so deep
And seek what should seek.

him again - the sullen -
With eyes in envy's and woe
Out for refuge in a of bliss

A delusion
A frenzy grasp at
A frenzy at nothingness:

pound so loud in me
Voices longing for
A is set for stormy seas
through the hall of memories

But fools I deal with day and night
Fools that come for short insight
Though all of hence waits
In sweet embrace.

I could bend the genius'
Could wisdom to the blunt
But I they would be grateful.