Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out Sole To Heel

It's a mountain that we all must -
In giant leaps or one at a time.
I saw a fat old money - shoes of silk and ermine,
Laughing as they on bilstered feet 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.
Each of us must walk a different -
No to guide us and no turning back.

Humanity in motion - the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are blind - but I suspect what rare few is real.
"You me, I'll 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 to reach the peak.
will he get there with this tactical decision -
He spends so much time fighting that each footstep a week.
Carpe diem, minimum credula postero.
Persta et obdura - omnia amor!
My on the holy man - just clad in sack and sandals,
Heard a small child crying there - so turned and stopped.
Like a now he shines (bright as a million candles),
upon the summit when the selfish have all dropped.
It's no contest - but we still there,
the saintly tortoise and the godless hare.

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