Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

Just one crazy moment while the are cast,
He looks into the future and remembers is past,
Wonders what he's on this battlefield,
to his shadow, impatient, too proud yet to kneel.

In his wake he scorched earth and work in vain;
Smoke up behind him - he is free again,
Free to run the onslaught of a deadly foe,
Leaving fit for pillage, hardly leaving home.
And it's far too late to turn, it's to stone.

madly forward, tracks across the snow,
Wind screams madness to him, ever on he
Leaving to mark his passage, trace his weary climb.
Cross the and make the headland; stumbling, wayward, blind.
In the end his footprints extend as one line.

This latest exponent of is goaded into an attack,
to charge at his enemy.
Too late, he knows it is, too late now to turn back,
Too by far to falter.
The pass uneasily at his rear,
He's right into the trap.
Surrounded, but striving through and fear.
Ahead of him he knows waits an ambuscade
But the slip through his fingers
And living from day to day,
his world around upon his back,
Leaving nothing but the tell-tale of his track.

He will not be hostage, he not be slave,
No snare of past can him, though the future may.
Still he runs and behind him in advanced retreat;
Still his life remains unfettered; he defeat.

It's far too to turn, unless it's to stone.
Leave the past to burn; at that's been his own.

Scorched earth, that's all that's when he's done;
nothing but beholden to no one
Claiming nothing, out of no pride, he survives.
Snow tracks are all that's to be seen
Of a man who the course of a dream,
Claiming nothing but the he's known
This, at least, has his own.