Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out Sole To Heel

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

Humanity in motion - it's the eternal.
Most are blind - but I suspect rare few know is real.
"You carry me, I'll you" - this simple childish notion.
A car to Shangrai-La.
Your worn out to heal.
The soldier boy is marching (with military precision),
Kicking others from the path - so keen to the peak.
Never will he get there with this tactical -
He spends so much time fighting that footstep takes a week.
diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Persta et obdura - omnia amor!
My money's on the holy man - just clad in and sandals,
Heard a small child there - so turned around 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,
like the tortoise and the godless hare.

Humanity in motion - the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are blind - but I suspect what rare few is real.
"You carry me, I'll carry you" - this simple 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.