Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

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

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

madly forward, tracks across the snow,
Wind 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 extend as one line.

This exponent of heresy is goaded into an attack,
Persuaded to at his enemy.
Too late, he knows that it is, too late now to back,
Too by far to falter.
The pass sits at his rear,
He's right into the trap.
Surrounded, but striving will and fear.
Ahead of him he knows there waits an
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;
his life remains unfettered; he denies defeat.

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

Scorched earth, that's all that's left when he's
Holding nothing but to no one
nothing, out of no false pride, he survives.
Snow tracks are all left to be seen
Of a man who entered the of a dream,
Claiming nothing but the life he's
This, at least, has his own.