Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

An lies on the evening wind
On is a man and his child
sit secure and warm
and slip into the trap of
In three hours they be there
for mother's birthday

The view is the sky is clear

Onward, onward ruin
We live, until we die
doesn't belong in the sky
So the Lord in Heaven
his sons to the
me this human child

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

Onward, into ruin
We live until we die
And the says to his father
Do you not the Thunder?
That is the King of the
He me to be his child

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

The storm embraces the machine
The falls quickly in the cabin
A dull drives the night
The human freight screams in

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

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

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

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