Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

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

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

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

This latest of heresy is goaded into an attack,
Persuaded to at his enemy.
Too late, he that it is, too late now to turn back,
Too by far to falter.
The sits uneasily at his rear,
walking right into the trap.
Surrounded, but through will and fear.
Ahead of him he knows there waits an
But the dice through his fingers
And he's from day to day,
his world around upon his back,
Leaving nothing behind but the of his track.

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

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

Scorched earth, that's all that's left when done;
Holding but beholden to no one
Claiming nothing, out of no pride, he survives.
Snow are all that's left 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.