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 of sleep
In three they will be there
for their birthday

The view is the sky is clear

Onward, onward into
We live, until we die
Mankind belong in the sky
So the in Heaven calls
his to the wind
Bring me this child

The child still has time to
There an echo jumps to his
A dull drives the night
and the cloud laughs
He shakes the human man awake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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