Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out Sole To Heel

It's a mountain that we all climb -
In giant leaps or one at a time.
I saw a fat old money - shoes of silk and ermine,
Laughing as they stumbled on bilstered rough shod.
He never helped the poor and - viewed them all as vermin,
So when he fell they passed him by and up to God.
of us must walk a different track -
No sign to guide us and no back.

Humanity in - it's the pilgrimage eternal.
are blind - but I suspect what rare few know is real.
"You carry me, carry you" - this simple childish notion.
A car to Shangrai-La.
Your worn out to heal.
The boy is marching proud (with military precision),
Kicking others from the path - so keen to the peak.
Never will he get with this tactical decision -
He spends so much time fighting that each footstep a week.
Carpe diem, minimum credula postero.
Persta et obdura - vincit amor!
My money's on the holy man - clad in sack and sandals,
Heard a small crying there - so turned around and stopped.
Like a now he shines (bright as a million candles),
Alone the summit when the selfish have all dropped.
no contest - but we still race there,
like the saintly and the godless hare.

Humanity in motion - the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are blind - but I suspect what few know is real.
"You carry me, I'll carry you" - simple childish notion.
A car to Shangrai-La.
Your worn out to heal.
worn out sole to heel,
Your worn out too .....
Heal your out soul.