Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

An airplane lies on the evening
On board is a man and his
They sit and warm
and into the trap of sleep
In three hours they will be
for mother's birthday

The view is the sky is clear

Onward, into ruin
We must live, we die
doesn't belong in the sky
So the in Heaven calls
his sons to the
Bring me this human

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

Onward, into ruin
We live until we die
And the child to his father
Do you not the Thunder?
That is the of the Wind
He me to be his child

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

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

Onward, into ruin
We must until we die
And to the Lord God, the child
Heaven back the wind
us unscathed to earth

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

The father holds onto the child,
And presses him onto
He doesn't notice the child's breathing
But Fear knows no
So the father, his arms
Presses the soul the child
sets itself upon the wind and sings:

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