Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

Just one crazy while the dice are cast,
He looks into the future and remembers 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 drifts up him - he is free again,
Free to run the onslaught of a deadly foe,
Leaving nothing fit for pillage, leaving home.
And far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.

Charging forward, tracks across the snow,
screams madness to him, ever on he goes
Leaving to mark his passage, trace his weary climb.
the moor and make the headland; 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 it is, too late now to turn back,
Too by far to falter.
The pass uneasily at his rear,
He's walking right the trap.
Surrounded, but striving through and fear.
Ahead of him he there waits an ambuscade
But the dice slip through his
And he's living day to day,
his world 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 trap him, the future may.
Still he runs and burns behind him in retreat;
Still his life remains unfettered; he defeat.

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

Scorched earth, all that's left when he's done;
Holding but beholden to no one
nothing, out of no false 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.