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 on bilstered feet rough shod.
He never helped the poor and weak - viewed 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 motion - it's the 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.
Your worn out to heal.
The soldier boy is marching (with military precision),
Kicking from the path - so keen to reach the peak.
Never will he get there this tactical decision -
He spends so much time fighting each footstep takes a week.
Carpe diem, quam credula postero.
et obdura - omnia vincit amor!
My money's on the holy man - just in sack 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 summit the selfish have all dropped.
It's no contest - but we race there,
like the tortoise and the godless hare.

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