Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

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

The is good; the sky is clear

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

The child still has to lose
There an jumps to his ears
A rumble drives the night
and the cloud laughs
He shakes the man freight awake

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

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

The storm the flying machine
The pressure falls quickly in the
A dull rumble drives the
The human freight in panic

Onward, onward into
We live until we die
And to the Lord God, pleads the
Heaven take back the
us unscathed to earth

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

The father holds the child, tightly
And presses him himself
He doesn't the child's harsh breathing
But knows no compassion
So the father, his arms
Presses the soul the child
Which itself upon the wind and sings:

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