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 lender - shoes of silk and ermine,
Laughing as they stumbled on bilstered feet shod.
He helped the poor and weak - viewed them all as vermin,
So when he fell they passed him by and up to God.
Each of us must walk a different -
No sign to us and no turning back.

Humanity in - it's the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are blind - but I what rare few know is real.
"You carry me, I'll you" - this simple childish notion.
A car to Shangrai-La.
worn out soul to heal.
The soldier boy is marching (with military precision),
Kicking others from the path - so keen to the peak.
Never will he get there with tactical decision -
He spends so much time fighting that each footstep a week.
diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Persta et - omnia vincit amor!
My money's on the holy man - just clad in and sandals,
Heard a small child there - so turned around and stopped.
Like a beacon now he (bright as a million candles),
Alone upon the summit the selfish have all dropped.
It's no - but we still race there,
like the saintly and the godless hare.

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