Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

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

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

This latest exponent of heresy is goaded 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 uneasily at his rear,
walking right into the trap.
Surrounded, but through will and fear.
Ahead of him he knows waits an ambuscade
But the dice slip his fingers
And living from day to day,
Carrying his 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 trap him, the future may.
Still he and burns behind him in advanced retreat;
Still his life remains unfettered; he defeat.

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

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