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 lender - of silk and ermine,
Laughing as they stumbled on feet rough shod.
He never helped the poor and - viewed them all as vermin,
So when he they passed him by and struggled up to God.
Each of us must walk a track -
No sign to guide us and no back.

Humanity in - it's the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are blind - but I suspect what rare few 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 proud (with precision),
Kicking others from the path - so keen to the peak.
will he get there with this tactical decision -
He spends so much fighting that each footstep takes a week.
Carpe diem, minimum credula postero.
Persta et - omnia vincit amor!
My money's on the holy man - just in sack and sandals,
Heard a child crying there - so turned around and stopped.
Like a beacon now he (bright as a million candles),
Alone upon the summit when the have all dropped.
It's no contest - but we race there,
like the saintly 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" - simple childish notion.
A car to Shangrai-La.
Your worn out to heal.
worn out sole to heel,
Your worn out too .....
Heal your out soul.