Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

An airplane on the evening wind
On board is a man and his
They sit secure and
and slip into the trap of
In three hours they be there
for their birthday

The view is good; the sky is

Onward, onward ruin
We must live, we die
Mankind doesn't in the sky
So the Lord in calls
his sons to the
Bring me human child

The still has time to lose
There an echo jumps to his
A dull drives the night
and the driver laughs
He shakes the human man freight

Onward, onward ruin
We live until we die
And the child says to his
Do you not the Thunder?
is the King of the Wind
He wants me to be his

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

The storm embraces the machine
The falls quickly in the cabin
A rumble drives the night
The human freight screams in

Onward, onward ruin
We live until we die
And to the Lord God, the child
Heaven back the wind
Bring us to earth

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

The father holds the child, tightly
And presses him himself
He doesn't notice the harsh breathing
But Fear knows no
So the father, his arms
the soul from the child
Which sets itself upon the and sings:

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