Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi/Buddha

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

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

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

I suppose stranger have come to pass,
Many's the forest I see.
I was so down and and fading fast.
How did you find way to me?
(repeat chorus)