Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

An lies on the evening wind
On is a man and his child
sit secure and warm
and slip the trap of sleep
In three hours they will be
for their mother's

The view is the sky is clear

Onward, onward ruin
We must live, we die
doesn't belong in the sky
So the Lord in calls
his to the wind
me this human child

The still has time to lose
There an echo to his ears
A dull drives the night
and the cloud driver
He shakes the man freight awake

Onward, into ruin
We must live we die
And the child says to his
Do you not hear the
That is the King of the
He me to be his child

From the clouds a choir
They creep the little ear
here, stay here
We'll be to you
Come here, here
We are your

The embraces the flying machine
The pressure quickly in the cabin
A dull rumble drives the
The human freight screams in

Onward, onward into
We must until we die
And to the Lord God, pleads the
Heaven take back the
Bring us unscathed to

From the clouds drops a
They into the little ear
Come here, stay
We be good to you
Come here, stay
We are your

The father onto the child, tightly
And presses him himself
He notice the child's harsh breathing
But Fear no compassion
So the father, with his
Presses the soul from the
Which sets itself upon the and sings:

Come here, here
We will be to you
Come here, here
We are brothers