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 the trap of sleep
In three hours they be there
for mother's birthday

The is good; the sky is clear

Onward, onward into
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 echo to his ears
A rumble drives the night
and the cloud laughs
He shakes the human man awake

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

From the clouds drops a
They creep into the ear
Come here, here
We'll be to you
Come here, here
We are brothers

The embraces the flying machine
The pressure falls in the cabin
A dull rumble the night
The freight screams in panic

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

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

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

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