Luyện nghe bài hát The Porter - A Lament

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

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

If only they would to see
ages pass before a tree
Will us with complexity
They'd be a hall of memories

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

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

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

A delusion
A grasp at nothingness
A grasp at nothingness:

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

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

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