Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

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

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

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

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

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

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

A delusion
A frenzy at nothingness
A frenzy at nothingness:

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

But fools I deal with day and night
Fools that only come for insight
Though all of past waits
In sanctity's embrace.

I could bend the course
Could wisdom to the blunt
But I doubt they be grateful.