Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

I could bend the course
Could give to the blunt
But I doubt they would be

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

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

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

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

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

A short
A frenzy grasp at
A grasp at nothingness:

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

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

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