Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

Just one moment while 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 he leaves scorched 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 late to turn, it's to stone.

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

This latest exponent of is goaded into an attack,
to charge at his enemy.
Too late, he knows that it is, too now to turn back,
Too by far to falter.
The sits uneasily at his rear,
He's walking into the trap.
Surrounded, but striving will and fear.
Ahead of him he knows there an ambuscade
But the dice slip through his
And he's living day to day,
Carrying his around upon his back,
Leaving nothing behind but the of his track.

He will not be hostage, he not be slave,
No snare of past can him, though the future may.
Still he and burns behind him in advanced retreat;
Still his life 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 but beholden to no one
Claiming nothing, out of no 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.