Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

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

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

If only they would to see
Knowing ages pass a tree
spoil us with complexity
They'd be worth a of memories

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

my song of reverence
To the precious gifts countenance
To clamber high and dig so
And seek what should seek.

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

A delusion
A grasp at nothingness
A grasp at nothingness:

Echoes so loud in me
longing for tranquility
A course is set for stormy
through 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 sanctity's embrace.

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