Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

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

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

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

This latest exponent of heresy is goaded an attack,
Persuaded to at his enemy.
Too late, he knows that it is, too now to turn back,
Too by far to falter.
The pass sits at his rear,
He's right into the trap.
Surrounded, but striving through and fear.
Ahead of him he knows there waits an
But the dice slip through his
And living from day to day,
Carrying his world 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 runs and burns him in advanced retreat;
his life remains unfettered; he denies defeat.

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

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