Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

Just one crazy moment the dice are cast,
He looks the future and remembers what is past,
Wonders what doing on this battlefield,
Shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too yet to kneel.

In his wake he leaves scorched earth and in vain;
drifts up behind him - he is free again,
Free to run before the onslaught of a foe,
nothing fit for pillage, hardly leaving home.
And far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.

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

latest exponent of heresy is goaded into an attack,
Persuaded to at his enemy.
Too late, he knows it is, too late now to turn back,
Too by far to falter.
The pass sits at his rear,
He's walking into the trap.
Surrounded, but striving will and fear.
Ahead of him he knows there waits an
But the dice slip through his
And he's from day to day,
Carrying his world upon his back,
Leaving behind but the tell-tale of his track.

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

It's far too late to turn, unless to stone.
Leave the past to at least that's been his own.

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