Luyện nghe bài hát Sand

Young woman, your fire with me
My is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your
A wandering man, me sand

Oh sir, my is very small
It will not thy heart at all
But thee may me by the hand
Hold me, and call thee sand

woman, share your fire with me
My is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your
Wandering, me sand

At night stars light up my sky
Oh sir, i my fire is high
Oh, taste lips sir if you can
Wandering man, i'll call sand

Oh sir, my is burning high
If thee stop sir, i would die
The shooting star has my land
Wandering man, she whispered... (sand)

Young woman shared her with me
Now herself with memories
I was a in her land
A man, she called me sand

He was a in my land
A man
She me