Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

An airplane lies on the evening
On is a man and his child
They sit secure and
and into the trap of sleep
In three hours will be there
for their mother's

The is good; the sky is clear

Onward, into ruin
We must live, we die
Mankind belong in the sky
So the Lord in Heaven
his to the wind
me this human child

The child has time to lose
There an jumps to his ears
A dull rumble the night
and the cloud driver
He the human man freight awake

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

From the clouds a choir
creep into the little ear
Come here, here
be good to you
Come here, here
We are brothers

The storm the flying machine
The falls quickly in the cabin
A dull rumble drives the
The human freight in panic

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

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

The father holds onto the child,
And presses him onto
He doesn't notice the child's breathing
But knows no compassion
So the father, his arms
the soul from the child
Which sets itself the wind and sings:

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