Luyện nghe bài hát Manzoor-e-Khuda

Baba Lauta De Mohe Mori
O father! Give me my (play)doll
Angna Ka Bhi
(Give me back)That of the courtyard also
Imli Ki Daar Waali Mori
(Give me back)That girl held a tamarind branch
(Referring to her own self from days)
Chandi Ka Bhi
(Give me back)Even anklet made of silver

Ek Mein Chingariyaan
In one hand I hold
Ek Haath Mein Hai
And in the other I have songs/tunes
Hasne Ki Hai Aadat
I have a habit of
Har Gham Pe Bhi Hai...
But I'm also proud of every I possess

Aaj Apne Tamaashe Pe Mehfil Ko Karke Rahenge
my antics today, I will captivate the whole gathering
Jab Talak Na Karein Jism Se Jaan Nahi Yeh Juda
Until I my goal, my life won't leave my body

Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda...
It's the will of God, the will of God
Anjaam Humara Jo Hai, Manzoor-E-Khuda...
Whatever my end shall be, it's the of God
(My is in the hands of God)
Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... (x2)
It's the will of God, the will of God
Sitaaron Se Roshan Hua Hai Noor-E-Khuda
Broken stars are making the glow(shine/light) of God

Ho... Din Ki Ghulaami
It's slavery for a couple of
Ki Hai Salaami
The body it
Rooh Toh Se Aazaad Hai...
But my is impervious to time
Ho... Hum Nahin Hain Ke
We belong to this place
Rehne Waale Ke
We belong that where
Woh Aaasman Mein Aabaad Hai...
The in the skies are populated

Ho... Khilte Hi Hai
We get the moment we bloom
Hi Bichhadna Hai
We get the moment we meet
Toh Kahaani Hai Yeh
This is our
Kaagaz Ke Shikaare
In a boat
Dariya Se Hai
We have to cross the
Zindagaani Hai Yeh...
This is how our are

Zindagani Ka Humpe Jo Hai Kar Ke Rahenge Adaa
The that life has on me, I will repay that at any cost
Jab Talak Na Karein Jism Se Jaan Nahi Yeh Juda
Until I achieve my goal, my life won't leave my

Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda...
It's the will of God, the will of God
Anjaam Humara Jo Hai, Manzoor-E-Khuda
Whatever my end be, it's the will of God
Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... (x2)
It's the will of God, the will of God
Toote Sitaaron Se Hua Hai Noor-E-Khuda
Broken stars are making the glow of God

Baba Lauta De Gudiya Mori
O father! me back my doll
Ka Jhoolna Bhi
That swing of the courtyard
Imli Ki Daar Waali Muniya
That girl held a tamarind branch
Ka Painjna Bhi
Even that made of silver