Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

Just one crazy moment while the are cast,
He into the future and remembers what is past,
Wonders what he's doing on battlefield,
Shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too 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 fit for pillage, hardly leaving home.
And it's far too late to turn, unless to stone.

madly forward, tracks across the snow,
Wind screams madness to him, ever on he
spoor 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 exponent of 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 sits at his rear,
He's walking right the trap.
Surrounded, but striving will and fear.
Ahead of him he knows waits an ambuscade
But the dice through his fingers
And he's 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, the future may.
he runs 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.
the past to burn; at least that's been his own.

Scorched earth, that's all left when he's done;
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 but the life he's known
This, at least, has his own.