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 money - shoes of silk and ermine,
as they stumbled on bilstered feet rough shod.
He never helped the poor and weak - them all as vermin,
So when he fell they passed him by and up to God.
Each of us must walk a different -
No to guide us and no turning back.

Humanity in motion - the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are - but I suspect what rare few know is real.
"You carry me, carry you" - this simple childish notion.
A car to Shangrai-La.
Your worn out to heal.
The boy is marching proud (with military precision),
Kicking from the path - so keen to reach the peak.
Never will he get there with this tactical -
He spends so much time fighting that footstep takes a week.
Carpe diem, quam minimum postero.
et obdura - omnia vincit amor!
My money's on the holy man - just clad in and sandals,
Heard a small child crying there - so turned and stopped.
Like a now he shines (bright as a million candles),
Alone upon the when the selfish have all dropped.
It's no contest - but we race there,
the saintly 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 you" - this simple childish notion.
A car to Shangrai-La.
worn out soul to heal.
You're out sole to heel,
Your out soul too .....
Heal worn out soul.