Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

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

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

Charging madly forward, across the snow,
Wind screams to him, ever 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 extend as one line.

This latest exponent of heresy is into an attack,
Persuaded to at his enemy.
Too late, he knows that it is, too late now to back,
Too by far to falter.
The pass uneasily at his rear,
He's walking into the trap.
Surrounded, but striving will and fear.
of him he knows there waits an ambuscade
But the slip through his fingers
And he's from day to day,
Carrying his world upon his back,
Leaving behind 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, unless to stone.
Leave the past to burn; at least that's his own.

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