Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out Sole To Heel

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

Humanity in - it's 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.
worn out soul to heal.
The boy is marching proud (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 each takes a week.
Carpe diem, quam minimum postero.
et obdura - omnia vincit amor!
My money's on the holy man - clad in sack and sandals,
Heard a child crying there - so turned around and stopped.
Like a now he shines (bright as a million candles),
Alone upon the when the selfish have all dropped.
no contest - but we still race there,
like the tortoise and the godless hare.

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