Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out Sole To Heel

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

Humanity in motion - the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are blind - but I suspect rare few know is real.
"You carry me, I'll carry you" - this simple notion.
A car to Shangrai-La.
worn out soul to heal.
The soldier boy is marching (with military precision),
others from the path - so keen to reach the peak.
Never will he get there with this tactical -
He so much time fighting that each footstep takes a week.
Carpe diem, minimum credula postero.
Persta et obdura - omnia 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 beacon now he shines (bright as a candles),
Alone upon the when the selfish have all dropped.
It's no contest - but we still there,
like the saintly and the godless hare.

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