Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

I bend the genius' course
Could wisdom to the blunt
But I doubt they would be

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

If only they come to see
Knowing ages before a tree
Will us with complexity
be worth a hall of memories

But it's fools I deal day and night
Fools that only come for insight
all of past hence waits
In sweet embrace.

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

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

A delusion
A grasp at nothingness
A frenzy grasp at

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

But it's fools I deal day and night
Fools that only come for insight
all of past hence waits
In sweet embrace.

I could the genius' course
give wisdom to the blunt
But I doubt they be grateful.