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 trap of
In hours they will be there
for mother's birthday

The view is good; the sky is

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

The child has time to lose
There an echo jumps to his
A dull drives the night
and the driver laughs
He the human man freight awake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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