Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

Just one crazy moment while the are cast,
He looks into the future and remembers is past,
Wonders 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;
Smoke drifts up behind him - he is again,
Free to run before the of a deadly foe,
nothing fit for pillage, hardly leaving home.
And it's far too late to turn, it's to stone.

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

This latest of heresy is goaded 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 sits at his rear,
He's walking into the trap.
Surrounded, but striving will and fear.
of him he knows there waits an ambuscade
But the dice slip his fingers
And living from day to day,
Carrying his world around his back,
Leaving nothing but the tell-tale of his track.

He will not be hostage, he not be slave,
No snare of past can him, though the future may.
Still he runs and burns behind him in 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 that's left 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 life he's
This, at least, has his own.