Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

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

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

Charging madly forward, across the snow,
Wind madness to him, ever on he goes
Leaving to mark 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,
to charge 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 through and fear.
Ahead of him he knows waits an ambuscade
But the dice slip through his
And living 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, though the may.
Still he and burns behind him in advanced retreat;
Still his life remains he denies defeat.

It's far too to turn, unless it's to stone.
Leave the past to at least that's been his own.

earth, that's all that's left when he's 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 entered the of a dream,
Claiming nothing but the he's known
This, at least, has his own.