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 into the trap of sleep
In three they will be there
for their mother's

The is good; the sky is clear

Onward, onward into
We must live, we die
Mankind doesn't in the sky
So the in Heaven calls
his to the wind
me this human child

The child still has to lose
There an echo to his ears
A dull rumble drives the
and the driver laughs
He shakes the human man awake

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

From the clouds a choir
creep into the little ear
Come here, stay
be good to you
Come here, stay
We are brothers

The storm the flying machine
The pressure falls in the cabin
A dull rumble the night
The human screams in panic

Onward, into ruin
We live until we die
And to the Lord God, pleads the
Heaven take the wind
Bring us to earth

From the drops a choir
They creep into the ear
Come here, stay
We will be to you
here, stay here
We are brothers

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

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