Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

I could the genius' course
Could give to the blunt
But I doubt would be grateful

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

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

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

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

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

A short
A grasp at nothingness
A frenzy grasp at

pound so loud in me
Voices for tranquility
A course is set for stormy
Leading through the hall of

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

I bend the genius' course
Could give to the blunt
But I doubt they be grateful.