Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

An airplane lies on the evening
On is a man and his child
They sit secure and
and slip into the trap of
In three hours they will be
for their birthday

The view is the sky is clear

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

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

Onward, into ruin
We must live we die
And the says to his father
Do you not hear the
That is the King of the
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 your

The storm the flying machine
The pressure quickly in the cabin
A dull rumble the night
The human freight screams in

Onward, onward into
We must live we die
And to the Lord God, the child
take back the wind
Bring us to earth

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

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

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