Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

I could the genius' course
Could give wisdom to the
But I doubt they be grateful

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

If they would come to see
Knowing ages pass before a
spoil us with complexity
They'd be a hall of memories

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

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

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

A delusion
A grasp at nothingness
A grasp at nothingness:

Echoes pound so in me
Voices longing for
A is set for stormy seas
Leading through the of memories

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

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