Luyện nghe bài hát Manzoor-e-Khuda

Baba De Mohe Gudiya Mori
O father! me back my (play)doll
Angna Ka Bhi
(Give me back)That swing of the courtyard
Ki Daar Waali Muniya Mori
(Give me back)That girl which held a tamarind
(Referring to her own self childhood days)
Chandi Ka Bhi
(Give me back)Even that anklet made of

Ek Haath Mein
In one hand I hold
Ek Haath Saaz Hai
And in the other hand I songs/tunes
Hasne Ki Hai Humein
I a habit of laughing/smiling
Har Gham Pe Bhi Hai...
But I'm also of every grief/sadness I possess

Aaj Apne Tamaashe Pe Ko Karke Rahenge Fida
my antics today, I will captivate the whole gathering
Jab Talak Na Karein Se Jaan Hogi Nahi Yeh Juda
I achieve 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...
my end shall be, it's the will of God
(My is in the hands of God)
Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... (x2)
the will of God, it's the will of God
Toote 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 of days
Ki Hai Salaami
The body it
Toh Muddaton Se Aazaad Hai...
But my is impervious to time
Ho... Hum Hain Yahaan Ke
We belong to this place
Rehne Waale Ke
We belong place where
Woh Sheher Mein Aabaad Hai...
The in the skies are populated

Ho... Khilte Hi Hai
We get perished the moment we
Hi Bichhadna Hai
We get the moment we meet
Apni Toh Hai Yeh
This is our
Kaagaz Ke Mein
In a boat
Se Guzarna Hai
We to cross the river
Zindagaani Hai Yeh...
This is how our are

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

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

Baba Lauta De Gudiya Mori
O father! Give me my doll
Angna Ka Bhi
That swing of the courtyard
Ki Daar Waali Muniya Mori
That girl which held a branch
Chandi Ka Bhi
Even that made of silver