Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

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

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

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

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

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

It's him - 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 course is set for stormy
Leading through the hall of

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

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