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 breeze to blow
the shelves and of souvenirs

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

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

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

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

A delusion
A frenzy grasp at
A frenzy grasp at

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 with day and
that only come for short insight
Though all of past waits
In sweet embrace.

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