Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

I bend the genius' course
give wisdom 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
ages pass before a tree
Will us with complexity
They'd be a hall of memories

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

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

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

A short
A grasp at nothingness
A frenzy grasp at

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

But fools I deal with day and night
Fools that come for short insight
Though all of hence waits
In sweet embrace.

I could bend the course
Could give wisdom to the
But I they would be grateful.