Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out Sole To Heel

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

Humanity in motion - it's the 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 out soul to heal.
The boy is marching proud (with military precision),
Kicking others the path - so keen to reach the peak.
Never will he get with this tactical decision -
He spends so time fighting that each footstep takes a week.
diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Persta et obdura - omnia amor!
My money's on the holy man - just in sack and sandals,
Heard a small child crying there - so turned and stopped.
a beacon now he shines (bright as a million candles),
Alone the summit when the selfish have all dropped.
It's no contest - but we still there,
like the saintly tortoise and the hare.

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