Luyện nghe bài hát Sand

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

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

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

At night when stars up the sky
Oh sir, I dream my fire is
Oh, taste lips, sir, if you can
man, I call thee sand

Oh sir, my is burning high
If it stop, sir, I would die
A shooting has crossed my land
Wandering man, she sand, sand

woman shared her fire with me
Now herself with memory
I was a stranger in her
A wandering man, she called me

He was a stranger in my
A wandering man, she me sand