Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

An airplane lies on the wind
On is a man and his child
sit secure and warm
and slip the trap of sleep
In three hours will be there
for their birthday

The view is good; the sky is

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

The child still has to lose
There an jumps to his ears
A dull rumble the night
and the cloud laughs
He shakes the human man 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 wants me to be his

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

The storm embraces the flying
The pressure falls quickly in the
A dull drives the night
The human screams in panic

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

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

The holds onto the child, tightly
And presses him himself
He doesn't notice the child's harsh
But knows no compassion
So the father, with his
Presses the from the child
sets itself upon the wind and sings:

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