Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out Sole To Heel

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

Humanity in - it's the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are blind - but I suspect 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 soldier boy is proud (with military precision),
Kicking others the path - so keen to reach the peak.
Never will he get there with this tactical -
He spends so much time that each footstep takes a week.
diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Persta et - omnia vincit amor!
My money's on the holy man - just in sack and sandals,
Heard a small child crying - so turned around and stopped.
a beacon 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,
like the saintly tortoise and the hare.

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