Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out Sole To Heel

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

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

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