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 of sleep
In three hours they be there
for their mother's

The view is good; the sky is

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

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

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

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

The storm the flying machine
The pressure quickly in the cabin
A dull drives the night
The human freight in panic

Onward, onward ruin
We must until we die
And to the God, pleads the child
take back the wind
Bring us to earth

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

The holds onto the child, tightly
And him onto himself
He notice the child's harsh breathing
But knows 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
here, stay here
We are brothers