Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

I could the genius' course
Could wisdom 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 us with complexity
be worth a hall of memories

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

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

him again - the sullen -
With eyes in mist and woe
Out for in a glimpse of bliss

A short
A frenzy grasp at
A frenzy at nothingness:

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

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

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