Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

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

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

This latest exponent of heresy is 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 right the trap.
Surrounded, but through will and fear.
of him he knows there waits an ambuscade
But the dice slip through his
And he's from day to day,
Carrying his world upon his back,
Leaving behind but the tell-tale of his track.

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

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