Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

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

The view is good; the sky is

Onward, onward into
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 child still has to lose
There an echo jumps to his
A dull drives the night
and the driver laughs
He shakes the man freight awake

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

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

The storm the flying machine
The falls quickly in the cabin
A dull rumble drives the
The freight screams in panic

Onward, onward ruin
We must until we die
And to the Lord God, pleads the
Heaven take the wind
Bring us unscathed to

From the clouds drops a
creep into the little ear
Come here, here
We be good 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 Fear knows no
So the father, his arms
Presses the from the child
Which itself upon the wind and sings:

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