Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

An airplane on the evening wind
On board is a man and his
They sit secure and
and slip into the trap of
In three hours they 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 in Heaven calls
his to the wind
Bring me human child

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

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

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

The storm the flying machine
The pressure falls quickly in the
A dull rumble the night
The human freight screams in

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

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

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

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