Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

I could bend the course
Could give to the blunt
But I doubt they would be

One wish, a breeze to over
the shelves and piles of

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

But it's fools I with day and night
Fools that only for short insight
all of past hence waits
In sanctity's embrace.

Hear my of reverence
To the precious that countenance
To clamber high and dig so
And seek everyone should seek.

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

A delusion
A frenzy at nothingness
A grasp at nothingness:

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

But it's fools I deal with day and
Fools only come for short insight
Though all of hence waits
In sweet embrace.

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