Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi/Buddha

Feel this wind blow, scatter all these like paper rain.
these days roll back into our winter lives again.
The tangle at the garden fence is and dry.
You call me out and point to November sky.

I must've been or Buddha or someone like that,
I must've saved by the hundreds everywhere I went.
I must've brought rest to the restless, fed the too,
I must've done something great to get to you.

When the cold comes and you are by your and fast asleep,
I'll turn a light on, to watch the outside fall soft and deep.
And when the morning shines all white and blue,
We'll watch the dogs run the fields like children do.
(repeat chorus)

I suppose stranger things have to pass,
Many's the I can't see.
I was so down and and fading fast.
How did you you'r way to me?
(repeat chorus)