Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

An airplane on the evening wind
On board is a man and his
sit secure and warm
and into the trap of sleep
In three hours they will be
for their birthday

The view is good; the sky is

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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