Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi/Buddha

Feel this wind blow, scatter all leaves like paper rain.
Feel these days roll into our winter lives again.
The tangle at the garden is brown 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 lives by the hundreds I went.
I must've rest to the restless, fed the hungry too,
I must've done something great to get to you.

When the cold comes and you are by your and fast asleep,
turn a light on, to watch the snow outside fall soft and deep.
And the winter morning shines all white and blue,
We'll the dogs run through 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 lost and fast.
How did you you'r way to me?
(repeat chorus)